#The Great Indian Kitchen Song

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# #. FIRST DATE !!

featuring: heartslaybul - octavinelle !! it looks as if they've finally mustered up the courage to ask you out on a date !! but before they can start celebrating, they suddenly remember- there's still so much to do !! figuring out outfits, making good impressions, and most importantly- figuring out where to go! so, where do they take you out for your first date?

I think ive been reading too many shoujo manga / manhwa- but can you blame me?? also love songs are just AAAA !! especially Indian songs. desi songs and movies in general are usually so romantic!! And they give great ideas! anyway, hope you all enjoy this !!

# #. RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Riddle's idea of a first date is probably teaching you all the queen of hearts rules while drinking tea or something. Luckily, Cater or Trey butt in- telling him that a study session probably isn't the best idea. Especially since the two of you already meet up a few times per week to do just that. Riddle eventually agrees, he should give you a memorable and exciting experience, one that the two of you could learn from. So what better than a library date ?

Riddle waits near the dark mirror for you, a blank look on his face as he thinks to himself. This was his first ever date. A date that he could only pray went right. Of course, being the absolute perfect housewarden there was, Riddle researched on what to do for a date and how to go about it. His room was filled with books and papers, all holding some type of romantic content in them; mainly ‘shoujo’ manga, a genre Cater suggested. They gave a great insight on how certain dates were supposed to go, including this library date he was trying to accomplish.

The sound of footsteps snaps Riddle out of his daze, and he quickly turns, only to find you standing before him. And when I say his face flushes, it flushes. If possible, he’s even redder than his hair, eyes wide and mouth agape as he stares. How could you get even more beautiful? Riddle’s and absolute flustered mess as he makes eye contact with you- even a simple task such as looking into your eyes has his heart aching. And once you laugh at his flushed face- there’s no coming back.

Just a quick glance at Riddle has you sighing, it looks as if you’d have to take the lead here. Taking the housewardens hand in your own, you cant help but notice how soft it is against your own. And of course Riddle looses his composure once more. You can't help but laugh, eventually he’d get used to this. It isn’t until you reach the library where he eventually calms down. Riddle glances over to you, a smile forming on his face. He suddenly had the great idea to take you to the romance section.

# #. TREY CLOVER

It was two days before your date, and Trey still didn't have a good idea for your first date. Don't get him wrong, he had been planning the date out for a while now. But there were so many things he wanted to do, so many dates he could choose from. It was difficult to pick just one. So now, as he stands in his kitchen, a mini shortcake in his hand, he suddenly has a great date idea. A sweet and romantic one!! And what was sweeter than a picnic date !!

Trey begins working while preparing for an upcoming unbirthday party. He set pastries and goodies off to the side, decorated and pretty just for you. A smile forms on his face as he places them in a picnic basket, taking off his apron. Cookies, cakes, and cinnamon buns were on one side, while sandwiches, crepes, and biscuits were on the other. He had already set up a place in the rose maze, in the middle of a small clearing where tea parties would sometimes occur. White roses lined the maze walls, complementing the blanket sprawled on the grass. In the center was a vase of red roses he picked out for you. It was the perfect place to have a picnic date!

Trey waits for you near the gardens entrance, a few roses in his hand. He looked calm, as always of course. To many, he didn’t have much of a need to be nervous. He prepared a beautiful lunch, filled with pastries and snacks. The date was located in the prettiest place in the rose maze, decorated nicely and pleasing to the eye. His clothes were ironed and pressed, complementing his aesthetic nicely. Most would praise him for being so prepared- telling him that you would love it. Yet Trey couldn’t help but feel anxious, palms sweaty as he griped the roses stems tightly. It’s fine, he was fine, everything was fine.

But once Trey heard your voice he froze. His head jerked up to face you, a pink flush on his cheeks. You were already looking up at him, a bright smile on your face. Trey couldn't help but laugh, mimicking your smile while holding his hand out to take your own. He led you through the rose maze, liking the feeling of your hand in his own. It didn't take too long to reach the picnic blanket, and once you saw Trey’s set up- you suddenly had the urge to jump around and spin and squeal. It was so obviously from the heart that you couldn’t help but swoon. Trey smiled, opening the picnic basket to take out some sandwiches, by the expression on your face he hoped you liked them!!

# #. CATER DIAMOND

There’s so many date ideas to choose from !! From cafes to arcades- it’s just so hard to just pick one alone ! However, Cater had something cooking in the back of his mind. He needed something classic, like from a movie or TV show! But it had to be special and romantic, and of course, heart stopping. It had to be something that could impress you…. Like something from a shoujo manga ! And what was more romantic than an amusement park date?

Cater can just imagine the scene before him. He finds you standing in front of the park’s entrance, eyes focused on the birds before you, so different from the ones in your world. You’re smiling, soft and gently as you fiddle with your phone case- the one he specifically bought for you. Flower petals are floating around you, drifting in the breeze. He can’t help but notice how similar they are to the ones he’d find in the rose maze. Cater had always imagined how’d they look like in a romantic setting.

Cater cant help but reciprocate your smile as he watches you indulge in your own little world. But as much as he would love to just watch you, this was an interactive date! Plus his hands are just itching to take a picture!! Especially since your outfit is just so adorable! You’re dressed in comfortable, yet stylish summer clothes. And what do you know ! Your somehow matching with him, what a fun coincidence !! (He totally didn’t bribe Grim into telling him what you were gonna wear)

Cater giggles to himself, bringing out his phone to surprise you. Suddenly a loud ‘click!’ comes from your right, and you turn to see none other than your favorite ginger. The smile on your face grows tenfold as you run up to him. Cater can’t help when his heart stutters, butterflies fluttering in his stomach when you look at him. He shoves the feeling down, taking your hand in his own to guide you into the park. There was something more important on his mind- he just had to get you on the Ferris wheel before this date ends!!

# #. DEUCE SPADE

Deuce would definitely take you out on a motorcycle- or rather- blastcycle date !! He probably asked his mom the idea- as he was far too flustered to come up with the plan himself. I mean, you actually accepted ! He was so sure you'd turn him down. You knew so much about Deuce, his old life, how bad he was as a kid… he was sure your opinion of him would be tainted with disgust. So now, as he stands before ramshackle, he can’t help but wonder if this is all real.

A bouquet of roses is held tightly in his grip, almost breaking the stems with how much he's shaking. His face is ignited, a hot and heavy blush on his face as he awaits by the door. His minds running a mile a minute, doubt sinking into his chest. Deuce had never been on a real date before. And he wouldn’t count the ones from his delinquent days to be romantic per say. This was his first ever date. A date with the prefect. He couldn’t mess this up- for either of your sakes.

A light sigh escapes Deuce’s lips as he nervously knocks on Ramshackles beaten door. His heart was pounding in his chest, beating far faster than it ever had in track. However, as the click of the door finally registers in his ears, Deuce can just feel his once racing heart stop. His breath hitches, eyes softening as the door opens fully. Your pretty eyes quickly met his own, causing him to almost drop the roses in his hand. A bright smile rested on your face. A smile that easily grasped his heart and held it to your own. absolutely beautiful.

….Your hands are wrapped tightly around his waist as you get onto the blastcycle, body pressed up against his own. He flushed further, feeling your head rest on his back, watching the sunset as you approach the beach. You sit there refined, fully unaware (your doing this on purpose) of Deuce's heart dilemma. It was only the beginning of the date yet he was already on cloud nine. Sevens, he’s gonna become a bowl of hot lava by the end of this !!

# #. ACE TRAPPOLA

Ace had been on many dates before. He once had a girlfriend, a partner. He knew how to make someones heart swell. He knew how to make your heart flutter and soften for him. He knew how a date worked, what to do and where to go. But this time it was special. This time he was going out with you, the prefect. Like others, he had to pick the perfect place. So as he watched snow fall gently to the floor and the school lamps emit a faint light, Ace couldn't help but feel soft. And before he knew it, the perfect idea struck. Ice skating in the city !!

Since it was winter it wasn’t hard to find a nice, frozen, lake that was close, and having the help of the dark mirror made it easier to travel wherever. Usually, Ace would leave his date to figure out where to go on their own, as they were the ones to ask him out in the first place. Yet, Ace had to impress you here, you deserved it for all you’d done so far. You knew him far better than anyone, you listened to him when he was upset, you let him into your home even when he was being an asshole. You cared- Eugh- he just realized how Lovey-Dovey he was being right now.

It was cold and dark the night of your date. Perfect "date material," it seemed, as a few couples were already there, laughing amongst themselves as they got lost to love. Ace scoffed, before realizing he was heading down that exact path. With... you. He shook his head, trying not to dwell on it for too much longer while he laced his skates, flushing bright red. The crunching of snow caught his attention, you were finally here, he assumed. He looked up, an annoyed expression playing on his face, probably about to tease you for being late. The words were right on his tounge, stopping once he gazed up at you. And the once cold Ace was suddenly burning red.

Street lights lit up your form for him to gaze upon. You were smiling, a soft smile, one he could tell was just filled with adoration. Now he was even redder than his housewarden!! ...You intertwined your hand with, using him for balance. He grew redder, thoughts of being balanced and steady leaving his mind faster than he could run from Riddle. He stumbled over himself, leading both of you to the floor, with you landing right on top of him. He grumbled while you laughed, poking fun at the Ace Trappola being ever so flustered. He was going to get you back for sure.

# #. LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Leona’s idea of a first date is probably laying in bed, and maybe he’ll bring you along. But don’t be fooled, the main date is between him and his bed. It doesn’t take him much convincing to do something grander, especially since he sees you and Malleus talking to each other the day before your date is supposed to happen. Now he has to go all out. And what's more extravagant than taking you to a whole ass ISLAND-

The next day Leona stops by your classroom, leaning against the door frame as he looks down at you, arms crossed. You're confused, obviously, your date wasnt until tonight right, so why was he here now? A smirk forms on his face as he watches your expression shift, he can't help but chuckle at your face. Your mouth was agape, eyes wide and popping out of their sockets. He tells you to quickly pack, honestly surprised that you didnt drop all your books in complete shock.

Leona waits by the dark mirror, eyes closed as his tail swishs back and forth, agitated. Sevens you were taking so long. He fidgets with a small bag in his hand; the extra money he was going to bribe the headmage with. How else would he be able to do this on an average weekend? You'd better appreciate what he was doing- and could you hurry up?? In reality Leona was totally fine waiting- because believe it or not this was also his first date. Being a prince, Leona had to be careful about who he was trying to date, as it would eventually lead to courting, and then marrige. (Do what you will with that information.) So he had to pick the right person. Someone who could be with him always.

His ears twitch, hearing the sound of footsteps approaching. Being petty, Leona doesn't open his eyes until your there for well over a minute. Once he glances over, eyes falling onto your panting, messy, form, he sighs. You looked up at him, smiling brightly while, at the very least, expecting one back. But of course he just scoffed and turned away, leaving you to huff. If he was an actual gentleman he would’ve taken your stuff for you, and would’ve taken your hand and led you into the mirror. (Unbeknownst to you, his heart was starting to beat way faster than he would’ve liked.)

# #. RUGGIE BUCCHI

Ruggie was nervous to ask you out on a date. Mainly because of rejection of course, however the underlining fear of money and costs entered his mind of course. If he went on a date with you it couldn't be cheap and dull. It at least had to be decent, maybe not fully fancy, but at least decent. Luckily he had the perfect place in mind. there was a cheap, yet flattering date that could go perfect if he played his cards right. A cute little cafe date !!

One of the best cafes Ruggie had been to was just below the school, a cheap yet gorgeous place that was sure to blow you away. Some of his favorite donuts were also there, and hopefully he’d get to share them with you. Unsurprisingly, you get there before him, eyes looking up at the cafe sign in awe. You look beautiful, as always, but this time it was different. This time it was just for him… no one else. Perhaps the idea of this being a date was finally setting in.

A sly smile reaches his face as he shuffles closer towards you, trying to hide his flushed expression. He’s stealthy enough to not get your attention, before BOO !! jumpscare- a furry is before you now uh oh. You jump, listening to his snickers and teases while glaring. He will say that your expression is really cute. Ruggie interlocks his hands with yours, lacing your fingers together as he leads you into the cafe. No it’s your turn to tease him, as, “You’re already holding hands?? What- that’s not allowed!!” But he just laughs with you instead.

The cafe is cozy. Warm with the scent of baked goods and sweets, obviously catering to Ruggie’s tastes. You can’t help but giggle, watching as he dashed for the register, ordering a plethora of baked goodies that he would hopefully share with you. He comes back to the table soon after, holding an array of croissants, cake pops, donuts, and more. He’s smiling brightly as he holds out a donut for you, already taking a bite into his own. The both of you hoped this moment would last for a while. Yum.

# #. JACK HOWL

Jack had never been on a date before, and it was painfully obvious. He didn’t know what dates were like, or where to take you for one. He was so new to this subject, it was honestly kind of funny. So of course, he had to ask his idols; Ruggie and Leona on what to do. Leona ignored him- he was probably the worst person to ask- while Ruggie was confused. Again, why ask him?? Still, he was able to give some advice. The inspiring words of, “Idk it’s cold, go do something with snow,” gave Jack the great idea to go snowboarding!

Jack had always loved snowboarding. It was something he was good at, and something he could share with his family. And hopefully, it could be something to share with you. Jack smiled to himself, confidence boosting as he carried the snow gear to the magic mirror. He wasn’t that nervous, he had no reason to be. He liked you and you liked him, and even if you didn’t enjoy the date, it was good enough for him. Jack’s ears twitched, waiting for any sign of you to appear. His tail wagged in anticipation, contrasting his normal face.

The wolf looked up, hearing your footsteps approach, and he couldn’t help the butterflies in his stomach. You were already looking up at him, giggling as you glanced at his puffy winter jacket. It was overtaking his already gigantic form. He flushed, eyes darting around, suddenly nervous and embarrassed. Jack never had time for dates, mainly due to taking care of his siblings and parents. But now, in Night Raven College, surrounded by new people and “friends,” he felt as if he could be someone new. And a little spark bloomed once he saw you.

… Jack looked away, feeling himself getting flustered. The two of you were sitting in the sled, one of you excited while the other was nervous beyond his mind. Jack was flushed, the feeling of your body pressed against his own was waaayyy too much do him to handle. Your back was pressed against his chest, fully aware of how embarrassed he was. The wolf sighed, finally moving the sleigh down the hill as he listened to your sudden screech. Jack laughed, he'd have to get used to this.

# #. AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Azul is going to give you the vip experience in his restaurant, of course!! The lounge was one of the best places to go for dinner. There was appetizing, delicious, foods that were sure to impress you. Unique, flavorful drinks that could easily win people's hearts. Not only that, but the lounges atmosphere and aesthetic could be romantic in a way. (I feel like im promoting the mostro lounge tf-) What better than to spend time in his favorite place with his favorite person? Azul would give you the best dinner date yet!

The lounge was closed that night, surprising, as you never would've imagined Azul to close his restaurant for you. A heartfelt gesture that no one would've have expected him to do. You couldn’t help but swoon slightly, looking down at his message as you got ready. In reality, he was just thinking about business. Closing off the lounge just for a date could give him more publicity! Once Crowley finally gave him permission to branch off to different parts of Twisted Wonderland, he could advertise the lounge as a perfect place for date night!!

A smug smirk is on the octopuses face as he waits near the lounges entrance. He was sure sure to blow you away with his magnificence. Azul was fully prepared, his suit was pressed and cleaned, sporting only the most beautiful of accessories. The food was already out and on the table, which he made all by himself, might I add. And the lounge was set perfectly, pink and orange colors replacing the blue and purple lights for a more romantical effect. He was well prepared, so well in fact he already had a speech ready to go for once you arrived. However, once Azul saw you he froze, suddenly realizing this was a date and not a business offer.

The once smug Octopus was now a flustered, hot, mess. And all he wanted to do was just jump into his octo-pot and scream for messing up all he worked for. He stumbled as he led you into the café, hand shakily in your own. You couldn’t help but snicker, it was fun watching the high and mighty suddenly crumble just because of some date. The two of you sat in the middle of the lounge, quiet and peaceful. Yet Azul could see the teasing looks of Floyd and Jade in the background, their teasing at him being a flustered mess.

# #. JADE LEECH

Jade didn't know much about the surface, other than the fact he enjoyed some aspects of it. The ocean was deep and cold, a starch contrast to the surface. It had life different from the land, more majestic and colorful. To others, the sea was better than the surface. Yet to Jade, it was the other way around. He liked the lands’ high peaks and trees, their foods and plants. The land had a different culture from the ocean, and it was something the two of you could bond over- the beauty of nature. And how better to observe nature than a hiking date?

# #. FLOYD LEECH

The mountains near NRC was rich in wildlife, and although Jade had been there many times before, he had yet to explore every crevice of the forest. Not only, but he'd only ever explored alone, so going with you would make it a memorable experience. He's smiling all day- and for once its not one of his evil ones. His brother and Azul are concerned on why he's so excited. Hopefully he's not trying to make them eat more mushrooms....

Jade waits for you near the silent woods, his smile never once leaving his lips. He had everything for this date, walking sticks and foods. The two of you could have a little picnic in the forest!! Jade watches as you near him, you're in your own hiking clothes, and the eel suddenly realized he could fall harder in love. He places your hand in his, ever so gentlemanly, promising he'd make sure you were safe during your adventure. Man this man can make anyone swoon.

You laugh, watching Jade's eyes sparkle. It was so cute to see him so excited. He went on and on about the different types of wildlife. There were various plans and mushrooms he was able to find- promising to cook you something with them. You couldn't help but smile with him, perhaps for your next date you could take him to the mountains in Epel's town.

Floyd didn’t know where to go for a date, and to be honest, he didn’t care much. Just as long as got to spend time with his Shrimpy he was happy! :D But then Ace had to come along during basketball practice and tell him that not having a good date idea was lame, and of course, Floyd was gonna prove that idiot crab wrong. And eventually, Floyd settled on an aquarium date!

For once, Floyd studied. He studied those stupid Rom com shows that he wanted to throw his shoes at. He read thru manga and storybooks about romance. And he even asked his brother and Azul on what to do. He was doing this all for his Shrimpy so you better like it >:(!! Floyd noticed a pattern while reading and watching how people explored romance. Dates were all over the place- from amusement parks to just walking. But one common date caught his eye- aquarium dates!!

Floyd knew a lot about the ocean, of course, being a fish and all. So what was the point of going to the aquarium? Well he just liked the way they highlighted love. Most aquarium dates had a special feeling to them, so romantic and loving. Most couples held hands while in aquariums, watching the fish while laughing with one another. They hugged and cared- and we all know how much Floyd loved squeezing!! Plus! Knowing all about the fish could impress you!!

The two of you walk through the maze of Tanks, pointing out fish while Floyd compares them to his nicknames. A blue light cascades over you, complementing your excitement prettily. He giggles, telling you to hold onto his arm tightly, telling you to not let go or he'd squeeze you for all eternity!! Its all fun though- with Floyd threatening to jump in and eat those crabs that remind him of Ace. You'd better hold him back before he jumps in the tank and swims with the fishies!!!

[litsetaure]

So…one of my favourite headcanons is that the Potter family are Indian. (Those of you who’ve read my Grindeldore/Wolfstar dancer fic might recall that Fleamont Potter, James’ father and the UK Prime Minister, is Indian in that. Funnily enough, our real life Prime Minister is a British Indian Hindu who became PM last year. On Diwali. Yeah, that was an…interesting day in the family. Still not entirely sure how I feel about it.)

Anyway - here are some headcanons about James Potter being Indian, some of which are based around how I actually grew up. (Note: there will probably be more as I think of them!):

When Holi comes around, James wakes the others up by pelting them with coloured powder. He does it every year and every year they fall for it. They also pelt everyone with coloured powder throughout the holiday. It took weeks for the paint to be cleaned fully. (Some people suspected Dumbledore deliberately let it stay like that because he liked the colours.)

Sirius got really angry the first time he heard someone call James a Paki. He doesn’t know what it means, but he never wants to see that look on James’ face again. He absolutely lost it when James told him what it meant. (For those of you who don’t know what it means, it’s an incredibly racist slur towards south Asians; along similar lines of using the n-word to a black person. This is also why James gets so angry whenever anyone uses the word Mudblood - because he knows how that shit feels.)

Sirius helps James create magical rangoli patterns during Diwali. They also take over the kitchen for an evening trying to make Indian sweets. The results are mixed-looking, but they all taste good, and the house elves get some great new dishes.

Every time a festival falls on a full moon, they always celebrate a few days after so Remus can join in. (He hugely appreciates the sweets.)

James initially wasn’t thrilled that his Animagus form is a stag, since a deer is the form one of the bad guys took in the Ramayana when he triggered the events that led to Rama’s wife being kidnapped.

When James’ father died, he had a traditional Hindu funeral. Traditionally, the eldest son leads the proceedings, but when James broke down, Sirius stepped in to continue. In that moment, James loved Sirius more than he could put into words.

James also taught the Marauders some Hindi so they could talk privately, as well as some Indian magic.

James, Lily and Sirius actually go to india for their wedding outfits. Lily also has magical mendhi patterns done by James’ aunts and cousins. James also had to gently explain to Lily that wearing white is associated with funerals.

Petunia showed up to James and Lily’s wedding in a white dress to try and upstage the bride. She’s very confused to realise a) Lily is not wearing white, and b) a lot of James’ relatives are looking at her weirdly, because she’s wearing a funeral colour.

At James and Lily’s engagement party, James’ aunties kept trying to set Sirius up with their daughters and teasing him about getting married. They shut up when Sirius snogged Remus in front of everyone. James wasn’t even mad that his engagement was briefly upstaged.

James has a book of Indian tales and legends passed down from his father. He read them to Harry at bedtime. Lily would smile and watch from the doorway. He also taught his friends some classic Indian songs to sing to Harry.

Every year on Raksha Bandhan, James ties a rakhi on Sirius’ wrist and charms them so they’ll never come undone. One night, Sirius noticed the threads of one of them coming loose. That night was October 31st, 1981.

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Author's Note - So, this is my first Tumblr post. It was just a passing idea and I thought I should write it down. It is small and I hope you all like it.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading

Indian Dinner || Matt Smith

Matt Smith x Fem!Desi!Reader

Summary- Matt comes home to his wife and daughter and enjoys an Indian dinner prepared by his wife.

(Y/N)- Your Name

(D/N)- Daughter's Name

(D/N/N)- Daughter's Nickname

(H/C)- Hair Colour

Gif credits to @doctorwho247

"I am home, honey," Matt's voice echoed in the quiet home as he placed his coat on the coat hanger. Light thuds of footsteps approached him as he smiled. "Dada!" his daughter, (D/N) exclaimed happily, raising her arms.

Matt smiled and quickly picked her up. "Hello there, my little dove. How was your day?" Matt asked, making his way to the kitchen. Aroma of spices filled the hall. "Good," (D/N) answered, playing with Matt's hair.

Matt found his wife in the kitchen, humming to herself to the music of some new Indian song. Clad in his shirt and a pair of shorts, she was busy cooking one of his favorites. "It's not good to stare, my love," (Y/N) said, pausing the song to pay attention to her husband.

"What are you cooking today?" He asked, pecking her lips. "Eww!" (D/N) exclaimed, closing her eyes. "Oh, you didn't like it, (D/N/N)? We extremely sorry, dear," (Y/N) apologized with a smile, extending her hands to grab her but (D/N) turned her face away from (Y/N), snuggling into her father's neck.

Matt giggled, patting her back with his hand. "Always daddy's little girl, aren't you?" (Y/N) pouted, folding her arms in front of her. "Maybe the next one will be mommy's child," Matt said with a wink, glancing down at the still not so visible baby bump.

"Perhaps," (Y/N) hummed. "I cooked Indian for tonight," (Y/N) answered his previously asked question. "Feeling homesick?" Matt asked, caressing (Y/N)'s cheek with his free hand. "Missing Maa's special Rajma, but she is coming next month so..." (Y/N) shrugged, smiling up at him.

"Now, go and freshen up. I will serve the dinner in the meantime." Matt hummed, placing (D/N) on the table. (D/N) smiled at her father, giggling as (Y/N) tickled her lightly.

While Matt freshen up and changed into his usual clothes, (Y/N) fixed the table and fed (D/N). "I am back," Matt said, stepping into the dining space just as (Y/N) cleaned (D/N)'s face and placed the used utensils in the kitchen sink.

"I see you had your dinner," Matt said to his daughter, making her smile as she always do when he is around. "Aren't you going to sit with your old father while he have his dinner?" Matt asked, talking in his baby voice which (Y/N) always found adorable.

Matt settled in his usual chair with (D/N) on his lap while (Y/N) served him a bowl of Kadai Paneer and two chapatis. "I asked Maa the recipe. I hope you like it," she said, sitting down. "I like everything you cook, my love," Matt said with a smile, digging into his food.

(Y/N) waited anxiously for his reaction as he tasted the food. Matt turned to face her with a blank face which soon broke into a huge grin. "It is absolutely delicious, my love. One of the best things I've had in a while."

(Y/N) smiled digging into her own food. The rest of the dinner was quiet with an occasional conversation about random topics and Matt making funny faces to keep (D/N) entertained.

Once, the couple was done, Matt washed the dishes while (Y/N) put (D/N) to sleep. With the dishes cleaned and placed properly and (D/N) fast asleep, Matt and (Y/N) settled on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around their shoulders. Game of Thrones reruns running on the television.

"So, what have you decided on your career?" Matt asked, running his hand through her (H/C) hair. "I am taking a break from acting, right now. My next shooting doesn't start until next 2 months," (Y/N) answered.

"That's great," Matt said, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "Maybe we can go on a vacation or something like that after my shooting ends next week?" Matt suggested, watching as (Y/N)'s face brightened up with a smile.

"That sounds awesome," she replied, snuggling into his chest. Matt chuckled, nodding in agreement and silently thanking gods for gifting him with something so precious.

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do u have any movie recommendations? I trust ur taste and ur taste alone

omg anon,,, thank u. i will try not to disappoint you. i have zero idea what you are in the mood for, so i will just go for the ones i think about daily. fair warning though, almost every good movie that i love and that lives rent free in my mind is from south asia.

Karnan: this movie has seriously been living rent free in my mind since 2021. it's. SO GOOD. warning for police brutality and caste based violence, though. but it's so good, and so worth it, so well fantastically well made. shockingly i haven't seen mari selvaraj's other film, Periyerum Perumal but this one. oh fuck. for a little bit of context, the movie is about these two villages who have a lot of inter caste disputes (while both are oppressed caste communities), and our titular hero's village, Podiyankulam is constantly denied a bus stop. it is such a good think piece on the ways in which caste violence is facilitated, the streams and rivers of oppression that prevent a people from living better lives. so SO good. i think its available on prime.

Village Rockstars: completely a different movie, but this movie is genuinely so loveable. it's about this one girl in a small assamese village who REALLY wants a guitar. it's a very slow moving movie, with some of the most beautiful shots of the director's own village. it's so evident the director just went "you have no idea how beautiful my village is. let me show you," and then infused the film with love from every angle. this one might be on netflix or prime, but one of them will have it.

Made in Bangladesh: this movie is not going to be available anywhere, so if you want to watch it, hmm. well. i shant say. i think the title says it all, but it's about a group of women working in a garments factory in Bangladesh and how they try to unionise. it's not a sob fest, it's not giving you scary facts about what you already know, but it is telling you how difficult it is to ask for anything when you are working in these conditions. again. fantastically made.

Tumbbad: horror movie. upper caste greed. a witch out of which a tree grows. a horrible, monstrous little creature. the sins of fathers passed on to their sons.

The Great Indian Kitchen: i love south indian food. not after this movie though. as my friend cherry says, "south indian traditional food basically means a woman cooks for five hours in the kitchen while the men relax." it's so damn GOOD though. the food i mean (also the movie, but fr). have you had an appam anon????? best thing i tasted since cream buns from sunder bakery. anyway this movie is another horrifying one, you should definitely watch it. it's so good. it tells you so much about the emotional and physical labour women do.

Wade: i can't believe i almost forgot wade, here it is. it's a short ten minute animated movie that put the fear of god in me. about climate change, if you can guess by the name. the sunderbans have been flooded, and if you can imagine what happens next, no you can't.

Jab We Met: okay enough of this depressing shit. also absolutely no one is allowed to judge me. i would die for this movie. i would kill for this movie. legally, if you shame me for this, i'm allowed to murder you. also i KNOW i know it has a manic pixie dream girl but he manic pixie dream girls her RIGHT BACK. i rest my case. also the songs are awesome. this is more traditional bollywood, and i have no regrets.

Jodhaa Akbar: what? i KNOW, i know it is sanitising a story to make Akbar look like the good mughal, i KNOW ruqqaiya begum was akbar's first wife not jodha, i KNOW fatehpur sikri wasn't even made when this film is presumably set, but the VIBES. the vibes are IMMACULATE. Jodha watching Akbar as he swings his sword in the sunlight??? their duel???? the flowers he throws on her??? kill me. kill me now.

Your Name: okay we all know the joke Shinkai can only make one movie but this first one. it had something. also i'm a sucker for the red string of fate. otherwise it's a very standard body swap movie but it's SO GOOD, and as it goes further some of the most amazing animation also happens.

you know i can keep going, i didn't even mention the lunchbox or kumbhalangi nights, but i guess we shouldn't discriminate against the white people

Knives Out: please,,, i know its the movie of the year on tumblr but,,,, so good,,,,,. maybe i'm just a loser who has read too much christie in my life, but i love that the christie style detective is back!! the country house murder, the fantastic way johnson used narrators in the film.... immaculate. christie would be proud. also i know it gets flack for not being as sharp a critique as it could be (i think rightfully, that criticism is for glass onion. i liked it A LOT for a murder mystery, but its politics are duller than the first one's), but it's not a movie about race and class inequality. it's a movie about a murder. johnson just really accurately diagnoses the underlying issues through which a murder happens. also im a BITCH for a classic murder mystery.

Ernest and Celestine: a lovely animated movie about a friendship between a bear and a small mouse, who are supposed to be mortal enemies. also the animation is lovely, did i mention the animation is lovely?

Pride and Prejudice, 2005: you can't come to me for recs and not expect it to be there. i mean, the movie is a masterpiece.

oh i can't think of anything that you guys wouldn't have already heard of.... but i do love How To Train Your Dragon, and Into the Spiderverse. i will go insane when the sequel for the second one comes out. i LOVED Palm Springs when i watched it. OH Emma 2020 really delivered. Do Revenge was amazing too!! im sorry i have less to say about the white people movies......

oh. three white people movies that i genuinely cannot get out of my mind: A Few Good Men, The Scent of a Woman and My Cousin Vinny. make of that what you will.

[foodandfolklore]

The Mermaid of the Magdalenes

Photo by Artemis Winterford

Canada has a weird hodge podge of folk tales. Our stories tend to be a blend of first nations mythology and European fairy tales. Then as books and later movies came into popularity, traditional oral story telling started to die out. One might think, Canada was just too young of a country to develop it's own folk tales to pass down. Well, think again. In 1918, former member of the house of commons Cyrus Macmillan, compiled a number of Canadian Folk Tales into a book called Canadian Wonder Tales. He wrote them in the style similar to the Brothers Grimm, sometimes adding vessels for magic. His hope was these stories would be accessible to not just more people, but schoolers as well. However, while he thanks the first nations people or "Indians" as he got many of these stories directly from them, he called Canada "a country with a romantic past." with many stories told in a way where it looked like the white man and the Indian were old chums. For those unaware, Canada has had a very problematic history with oppression of our first nations people. For that reason, today I'd like to focus on a Maritimes story, likely shared by sailors. It is a uniquely Canadian story about a girl who just longs for some sardines. Sardines when used in Kitchen Magic can attract luck, health, boost family bonds, community, and prosperity. This is the story of the Mermaid of the Magdalenes.

Far off the north-east coast of Canada is a group of rugged islands called the Magdalenes. They are a lonely, barren group, where grass and flowers and trees grow scantily. There, the northern storms rage with their wildest fury, and the sea breaks with its greatest force upon the bleak rocks. Numberless birds of strange cries and colours fly constantly about. On days when the storm dashes the sea white and angry against the coast, even the thunder of the surf is almost shut out by the screaming of countless gulls; and on clear days the sun is hidden when the birds rise in clouds from their nests. The "Isle of Birds," the Jesuits called one of the islands when they first visited the group hundreds of years ago, and it is an "Isle of Birds" still. It is a wild and rock-bound desolate land.

But although the islands are barren of grass and flowers and trees, the waters around and between them are rich in fish. "The Kingdom of Fish," men call the place, for adventurous traders grow wealthy there reaping the harvest of the sea. The greatest product of the waters is the lobster. He always inhabited these northern seas, and about his power in olden times strange tales are told. Away off the coast of one of the islands, you can still see on fine moonlight nights in May, and also during the day once a year, a maiden holding a glass in her hand, combing her long hair, and looking wistfully to the land. Sometimes, too, on calm nights you can still hear her strange song above the murmur of the waves. She is the phantom lady of the Island over whom the Lobster in far away days used his power. She is now a prisoner in the deep, held there as a punishment for her deeds.

Now, it happened that long ago when fish were first canned for food there was a great slaughter of sardines—the tiny fish of the sea—by cruel money-greedy traders who caught them, packed them in small boxes, and shipped them to far countries, just as they do to-day. These traders received large money rewards for their labour, for people all over the world liked the little fish and paid a high price for them. The sardines saw their number slowly growing smaller, for, being little, they were helpless against their captors, and among all their family there was great sorrow. In despair they asked the big fish of the sea to help them. At last, in answer to their appeal, a meeting of all the fish in the sea was called. Here the big fish took an oath to help their small cousins in their struggle with man, and to punish when they could all who ate or fished the sardine family. And the little fish rejoiced greatly.

One May day a large ship loaded with packed fish was wrecked on the sunken rocks of the Magdalene Islands. Soon the ship was broken up by the heavy surf on the sharp reef, and her cargo was strewn along the shore. It happened that in the cargo were many boxes of sardines, and they too were washed up on the beach by the tide. In the evening, after the sea had calmed, a fair maiden who lived on the Island with her father, a fish trader, walked along the shore alone to view the wreckage of the broken ship. She found, to her delight, one of the boxes in which the sardines were packed. She resolved at once to eat the contents, for she too, like all the world at that time, liked the little fish. But although she tried as hard as she could, she was unable to open the box. She sat by the side of the sea and sang a song of lament, calling on anyone who could to open the box for her. She sang:

"I love sardines when they're boiled with beans And mixed with the sands of the sea."

Away out from the beach a skate-fish was resting on a sand-bar. Hearing the song of the maiden, he quickly swam towards the shore. When he came close enough to hear the words of the song and to know what the box contained, he swam away in great disgust, for he was cousin to the sardines in the box, and came from the same family tree as they. But he was too timid to try to punish the maiden. Then a bold merman heard the song. He had long looked for a land wife to live with him in his home under the sea; now he said, "Here at last is a shore maiden for me," for the voice of the singer was beautiful to him. So he went to his looking-glass to dress himself in the most genteel fashion. From bright clean sea-weeds and sea-leaves he quickly made himself a new suit, all green and yellow; and he covered his feet with bright-coloured shells, and his neck with pearls which the oyster gave him; and dressing himself carefully, he hastened in the direction of the song. But when he came close enough to hear the words and to know what the box contained, he remembered his oath at the great gathering of the fish, and although he loved the singer he swam hurriedly away. For, like the skate-fish, he too feared to try to punish the maiden.

The maiden was now sore distressed, for it was growing late and the moon was already far up in the sky. The box was still unopened, and the girl was hungry for the fish. Going to the edge of the sea, she knocked the box hard against a large rock that lay in the water, hoping thereby to break it open. But the box would not break. Now, it chanced that under the rock a large black lobster lay sleeping quietly after a long battle with an enemy in the sea. The tapping on the roof of his sleeping-place awoke him, and he rubbed his eyes and listened. The maiden was again singing her song:—

"Oh I love sardines when they're boiled with beans, And mixed with the sands of the sea. I am dying for some. Will nobody come And open this box for me?"

Then the Lobster remembered his oath at the great gathering of the fish. Unlike the skate-fish and the merman, he had no fear of the maiden, for he knew his power. He determined to punish her, and he resolved at once upon a crafty trick. He came out of his hiding place, and waving his claw politely he said, "Fair lady, I can open the box for you; give it to me and let me try." But when, in answer, she held the box out towards him in her hand, he grasped her by the wrist with his strong claw, and, holding her fast, he swam with her far out to sea. Where he went and what he did with her, no man knows. It is believed that he sold her to the merman who had long sought a shore-wife, and that she is still being slowly changed into a fish. One thing is certain,—she never came back to land. But on the first day of May she always appears on the water away off the coast of the Island; and if that day is fine and clear you can still always see her there. She holds in her hand a looking-glass in which in the sunlight she looks at herself to see if she is nearer to a fish than she was on May Day the year before when she last appeared in the sun; and she is combing her long hair which is now covered with pearls; and she looks with longing eyes to the shore and her old home. And sometimes on moonlight nights in May, when the wind is still and the sea is calm, the fishermen hear her strange sad song across the waters. They know then that she is lonely, and that she is singing her song to lure land-comrades for company to her side. And on these nights they stay on shore, for they know that if they venture out to sea she will seize them and carry them off for playmates to her home of bright shells far under the sea.

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. 

Welcome to the working week although, for those of you working in the NHS, welcome to just another day.

On Friday night I gathered together a few of my favourite people and, as planned, we had delicious Indian from The Bombay Kitchen in Willesden, but not before we’d emptied a few bottles of bubbly and dipped a few Doritos into salsa!  Three different people brought dessert with them so, even though we were stuffed with main course, we still found a little room for something sweet.  My belly was literally out the patio doors and into the garden!  Such an enjoyable evening!  Ever since I was a kid in my parents’ dining room, this is what I’ve always wanted: fine wine, fine dining and exceptional conversation! 

Saturday was big fun too!  Thank you to everyone that listened to the radio show.  Thank you for all your kind words.  If you missed it … well … until I can sort these people out, it’s NOT YET available on Mixcloud.  Mixcloud’s song-recognition software was clearly designed by someone who’s never designed software before!  I will send them an email first Monday morning and try to get them to un-restrict it!  Next week, a very special, two-hour tribute show.

Straight after the show, The Trouble and I went down to The White Lion, so we could have dinner before my set.  I always go for the jerk chicken with rice and peas, it never disappoints.  So good to see so many beautiful people down for The Big Scorpio Ball.  Grabbed as many selfies as I could.  Great vibes, as usual.  Proper tunes bring out the real dancers!

On Sunday, because we didn’t have The Mighty Josiah, we had a very uneventful, chilled-out Sunday.  The day started with sadness, as niece Katie-Frou and husband packed their bags and returned to Philadelphia but, hopefully, we’ll see them soon?  The Trouble will be flying to Philly in late January for the birth of Katie’s first child.  The rest of Sunday was, as you’d expect, shouting at the football on the telly! 

Saw an amazing clip of Tom Hanks describing how he’d read a story about the oldest-living survivor of The Tulsa Race Massacre finally passing away, then suddenly realised he didn’t know what The Tulsa Race Massacre was and wondered why he’d never been told about it in his history lessons.  In truth, history is whatever you’ve been told.  As a child or young person, you blindly believe what your history teacher tells you are the most significant moments in history.  In America, most kids are taught that Christopher Columbus discovered America.

Then, I saw a photograph of a guy, standing near The Cenotaph, wearing a poppy but, on his neck, was a tattoo of a swastika.  What kind of history has he been taught (if it all?)  Doesn’t he know that those brave, British soldiers died fighting the nazis?  Yes, I know I’m now a teacher but, clearly, there are good and bad people teaching our kids.  At my college of further education, I had two economics teachers, one right-wing, one left-wing, and their lessons were completely different!

Have a marvellous and momentous Monday.  I love you all.    

[c-40]

A-T-3 140 Black Uhuru - Back Breaker

Back to work, put your back into it. I was reading Owen Hatherly writing about Sergei Tretiakov's Two-Way Newspaper "an abortive experiment in factories where workers were encouraged to write, and writers encouraged to engage with production." Journalism seems to have gone in the other direction, in the UK we have celebrities, reality tv contestants, and game show presenters delivering the news on shows like GMB, and newsrooms have gotten rid of specialised reporters, this is one of the reasons union leaders like Mike Lynch can run rings around journalists, newsrooms used to have a labour correspondent

The obvious contemporary version of the Two-Way Newspaper is blogging or twitter but as Hatherly points out people are saying nothing, there's a great example of this in Folding Ideas YouTube essay The Future is a Dead Mall https://youtu.be/EiZhdpLXZ8Q?t=2574 I'd add that blogs and twitter also generate a lot of noise so the overall appearance in nothing. Militant Modernism was published in 2008 and there have been many online developments since Owen Hatherly wrote the book that may fit the idea of Tretiakov's Two-Way Newspaper, youtuber's like Folding Ideas, the Medium platform where journalist have freedom, Patreon, podcasts

Hatherly rejects social media for pirate radio, dubplate culture, and grime, which by 2008 is easily a decade old. He misses that telling the news through song by travelling entertainers has a history in the UK going back millennia, if we want to be pedantic we can go to stories passed from generation to generation that were written down a lot later by chroniclers. Perhaps this was beyond the scope of the book which looks at modernist examples that attempted to infer cultural hegemony, in Gramsci's terms. With this in mind pirate radio is presented as counter cultural. There is history of performers being seen as threat to hegemony in Britain that goes back to at least the 16th century and Britain's first colony, Ireland

"Because of their power in Ireland, harpers in Ireland began to be harassed by the English Crown in the early 1500's and many were imprisoned as spies or executed. Queen Elizabeth issued a proclamation to Lord Barrymore in Ireland to "Hang harpers, wherever found, and destroy their instruments" in an attempt to gain control of Ireland.

"Between 1650 and 1660 Oliver Cromwell ordered the destruction of harps and organs. Harps were burned and harpers were forbidden to congregate. Harpers and minstrels, who once entertained kings, were reduced to traveling from place to place and begging for a living where they could."

This would give the harp extra significance in Ireland when the tradition returned in the late 18th century. The slave trade, plantations and the colonial era combined African, Indian, Irish, and British traditions of telling the news through song. When Lord Kitchener arrived in England and sang London Is the Place for Me this offshoot of our tradition that was returning to Britain enriched by its encounters

Back Breaker from the album The Dub Factor, more on that here A-T-3 038

[trustcentric]

Flint by baltaire

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We’re introducing some new flavors and I’m highlighting some regions that haven’t necessarily been done on a larger scale there, while still keeping it approachable enough that it’s not going to come off as hardcore. “But one of the things that we have been hearing that really makes us happy is that we’ve brought something that hasn’t really existed there before, which was our goal from the outset. “There’s certain things you can do that you know people are going to love, and that’s all well and good,” he said. His new venture, Flint by Baltaire, opened in Phoenix last week and he seems to have figured at least one thing out: The most popular dish, which is unique to this location, is the hummus topped with spicy harissa, crispy shallots and pulled short rib. Availability may vary, so please contact us with any questions.

#Flint by baltaire pdf#

Potluck Club Brings Modern Cantonese-American Cuisine to NYC’s Chinatown As indicated by our Notice of Accessibility, this plain-text version of the FLINT by Baltaire menu is compatible with screen readers and other assistive technologies.It serves as an accessible alternative to the menus presented in PDF format elsewhere on this website. This New Chicago Restaurant Explores the Turkish, Persian and Indian Flavors of the Silk Road Lunch was around $55.00 before tax and tip and we left hungry.Įvery FORKING THING is subject to change and your experience may or may not differ.Michter’s Will Release a New Toasted Barrel Sour Mash Whiskey for Just the Second Time The food was good, service was good, the atmosphere is stunning but lunch seems to be for people with very small appetites. It was cooked to perfection and had a delicious wood cooked taste to it. We shared nicely cooked salmon with seasoned crisp skin, a grilled half lemon, a dab of almond-olive relish and maybe the best tasting broccolini I ever had. Then we share the BIG PLATE of ora king salmon ($28) Honestly even if I was here by myself and ate the whole thing this still wouldn’t be much food. I think my husband’s half might have had more food in it but not much more. FLINT by Baltaire, Phoenix: su Tripadvisor trovi 25 recensioni imparziali su FLINT by Baltaire, con punteggio 4,5 su 5 e al n.439 su 3.329 ristoranti a Phoenix. This was only two bites with a small shred of chicken. The harissa is delicious on this but this really only appetizer sized. Open daily for lunch and dinn er at The Esplanade in Phoenix, FLI NT by Baltaire serves wood-fired contemporary Americ an fare accented with bold Middle. My half (the bottom has some cabbage, a slice of egg, a red onion slice, some tahini and a shred of pulled chicken. It’s served with delicious harissa (a middle eastern condiment made of a roasted pepper base, warm spices, a little hot pepper and something like caraway and also a ramekin of tahini sauce. Seating is first-come, first-served and due to. Pairing chef-crafted bar bites and premium cocktails, it’s the perfect spot to unwind with friends and soak in those postcard-perfect Arizona sunsets or host a private cocktail reception under the stars. You know the song dude looks like a lady? …well….This flatbread looks more like a wrap. Upstairs at FLINT is an open-air rooftop cocktail lounge boasting sweeping city and mountain views of Phoenix’s Biltmore neighborhood. Our server suggested that we shared plates so we split a Flint laffa flatbread ($13) and a big plate of ora king salmon ($28). It came with a delicious grilled lemon half and a little ramekin of tarragon aioli for dipping. The artichoke was grilled nicely and salted perfect. We started with a wood grilled artichoke ($14.00). The lunch menu is broken down into humus, dips and spreads, salads and vegetables, laffa flatbreads, pizzas, large plates and sides. Flint by Baltaire is an upscale wood fired contemporary mediterranean accented restaurant with great atmosphere, a big exhibition kitchen and an all weather indoor patio.

[chakytron]

Chemrantham Video Song |The Great Indian Kitchen |Mathews Pulickan | Mrudula Devi | Suraj | Nimisha

Chemrantham Video Song |The Great Indian Kitchen |Mathews Pulickan | Mrudula Devi | Suraj | Nimisha

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[grubloved]

I feel most a Zuni in the wintertime when the great Shalako festival is celebrated. I love everything about it. I particularly love the Shalako themselves, the giant birds who are the messengers of the gods. There is something about them, their ten-foot height and their irritability with the clowning mudheads, that compels belief. I am a rational man. I know that the Shalako is a dance-drama performed by superbly trained god personators wearing sacred masks. It doesn’t lessen the beauty of it for me to know that. And the old men who initiated me when I was a boy were right. The gods do exist and are present in the dance. …

I sometimes wonder what Whites or even Navajos think about when they watch the Shalako dances. Can they feel the presence of the gods? They certainly can’t understand what the songs the gods dance to are all about. Only a Zuni can understand the words, and even the Zuni must reflect on them to get the deeper meaning. I have been doing that a lot lately.

On the morning the Shalako come to the village, I can see them from my kitchen window before they enter the pueblo. They walk single file, but they stop and talk among themselves from time to time. I wonder what it is gods find to talk about. Don’t they know everything?

 Virgil Wyaco, A Zuni Life: A Pueblo Indian in Two Worlds

[ranveer--singh]

Title: I know if it's with you, it's gonna be all right.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Desi!Female Reader (Shreya)

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Please read this before reading this story. It's for people 18+ and contains sex.

Summary: Andy and Shreya enjoy a lovely afternoon together curled up on the sofa watching her favourite Bollywood movie. Things get heated and they take it to the bedroom.

A/N: Finally coming back from my big writer's block to post an Andy one shot. As an Indian, I enjoyed writing this Desi reader story. At the moment Andy Barber is my muse so you will get to see more of him in my upcoming one shots.

Indian/Desi words i use in the fic

Samosas:  A snack, consisting of a deep-fried triangular turnover filled with vegetables (especially potatoes) or meat.

Jaan:  Darling

Kal ho naa ho: Tomorrow may never come. Here is the link to the synopsis of the movie.

"Andy, I'm home," Shreya sings, entering the kitchen and placing the bags down on the table. She can hear Andy walking down the stairs, humming onto a Bollywood song Shreya got him addicted to. 

"Hey jaan, did you have a great time with your mum," he asked, trying to take a peek in the bags to see what she brought back.

"I did; I think my mum loves you more than me," she says, pouting at him. Shreya takes the contents out of the bag to show Andy how much food her mum explicitly made for him.

Andy chuckles, seeing a Tupperware box filled with delicious samosas. He licks his lips, opens the lid and grabs one to eat. Shreya giggled, watching how excited her fiance was to eat samosas with chutney. 

"These are delicious jaan; I must thank your mum," he says, eating another samosa. 

"Maybe later you can ring her; I want to spend time with you," she explained, grabbing a napkin and wiping the excess sauce off his mouth.

"Ok, so what does my Jaan want to do," he let out, winking at her.

"Get your mind out of the gutter Andy," she giggled, looking at him in a grey t-shirt, blue hoodie and blue jogging bottoms. Shreya wondered how the simplest of clothes looked sexy on him.

"I wanna cuddle up with you while we watch a Bollywood movie. You know we haven't done that in a long time," she explained, wondering what movie he would enjoy.

"Sure, we can do that; any idea what you want to watch, Jaan," Andy chuckled, knowing it's going to be any movie from her top 3 movies list, Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham, Yeh Jawaani Hai Deewani or Kal Ho Naa Ho.

"Let's watch Kal Ho Naa Ho; I haven't seen it in ages," she mumbled, making Andy snicker; she only watched that movie two weeks ago.   

"I will get the snacks; you set up the movie and bring the blankets," he said, watching as Shreya skipped out of the kitchen into the lounge. She grabbed the big cosy blanket stored away inside the big leather storage chest next to the sofa. 

Shreya opened the blanket, fluffing it as she plopped herself on the sofa and draped the soft material over her body. Grabbing the tv remote next to her, she opened up Netflix and found the movie located in continued watching for Shreya. 

Andy walked inside with a plate of samosas and a bowl of popcorn for them to share. He placed them in between them, going back to the kitchen to grab himself a beer and a glass of red wine for Shreya. 

"I found some m&ms," Andy confessed, handing her the bag and watching as she opened it and poured the contents inside the bowl of popcorn. Shreya pressed play, watching as the movie showed the empire state building. 

Just the sounds from the movie and eating were heard. She kept sneaking glances at Andy; it was turning her on as she watched him put food in his mouth and chew it. Who knew something as simple as eating for Shreya feeling tingly.

She cleared her throat, taking a sip of her wine, watching as Shahrukh Khan walked in with orange trousers on the screen. Her eyes couldn't help sneaking glances at Andy, who was smiling, his eyes sparkling, and his hair looked so soft and fluffy.  

"I see you were peeking jaan," he chuckled, taking some popcorn and shoving it in his mouth. Shreya's cheeks heated up, her body feeling this tingling sensation when he spoke with a Boston accent.

"Come here, jaan," Andy whispered, patting his thighs. Shreya giggled, throwing the blanket off her body and jumping onto his lap. 

"Hi," she sang, gazing at his eyes with a huge smile plastered on her face. 

"I love you, Jaan," Andy winked at her, stretching his neck up to place a delicate kiss on her lips. She moaned, his beard tickling her skin, just how she liked it. Her hands are gripping on his shoulders so she doesn't fall off.

"Main Tumse Pyar karthee hoon," Shreya beamed out. Andy loved hearing her speak in Hindi. The first time he had heard her say it was when Shreya was on the phone with her mother. He bit on her bottom lip, his eyes staring into hers. 

Andy squeezed her body tighter into his chest, his nose nuzzling into her recently washed hair. He could smell her coconut shampoo, making him remember their holiday to Kenya, where they had coconut water on the beach.

The song It's the time to disco came on, snapping them both out of their bubble. Shreya turned her head around to see the song play, shaking her arms, singing along to the song. 

Andy smiled, watching as Shreya jumped off him and started to copy the moves while singing along to the song. His phone was lying on the sofa ledge next to him; Andy grabbed it and started recording, making her stop dancing. 

"Babe, you better delete that recording," she said, walking over, trying to grab the phone off him so she could delete it herself. 

"No, I won't, Jaan. I like watching you dance," he confessed, winking at her. Shreya blushed, her cheeks heating up as she looked at him, biting on her lip. She smiled and started to dance again, moving her hips to the beat. 

Shreya sings the chorus pointing at Andy, asking him to join her. "It's the time to disco; It's the time to disco, Kaun mile Dekho kisko, It's the time to disco," Andy just smiled, feeling so much love and admiration for his fiancée. 

He stroked his beard, taking a swig of his beer, looking at her dance, swinging her hips from side to side. Andy watched her sing the words; of course, she knew them off by heart. Shreya has seen the movie countless times with him since they dated. 

"Babe, come on, join me," she said, pulling her hand out for him. Andy enjoyed watching her have a good time but also missed her touch, her scent and the feeling of her body up against his. 

Andy took another swig of his beer, standing up and taking his hand in hers. Shreya showed him some bhangra moves, telling Andy to copy what she was doing. He chuckled, trying to mirror her movies, but no way matched hers. 

Shreya stopped dancing, grabbing the remote to forward the movie to one of her favourite songs, the title track. She knew this song would be more straightforward for Andy to dance to. The music started to play, and she put her hand out for him to join her in slow dancing.

His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her into his chest. Shreya giggled her hand on his chest, looking at him with a massive smile. 

"I love you jaan, can't wait to marry you, and you finally become Mrs Shreya Barber," he let out, slowly swaying his body with hers to the song.  

"Andy," she whispered, her voice being croaky, eyes welling up as she glanced at him. Shreya sniffed, her face getting damp from her tears. He smiles at her, his thumb drying away her tears. 

His hands are placed on either side of her face; Andy leans in to kiss her, pulling her closer to him. He claims her mouth again, hungry and intense until her knees gave in. Shreya could feel her whole body tingle, his heat radiating onto her. 

Her fingers slipped under his shirt, his skin smooth and muscular. Andy has been hitting the gym hard lately, releasing his frustration on the punching bag due to a troubling situation with a case. Shreya loved sleeping on his chest, listening to the breaths softly as they would drift off to sleep. 

Har Pal Yahan Jee Bhar Jiyo, Jo Hai Samaa, Kal Ho Na Ho - Every moment on the earth, live life to the fullest. Tomorrow you may not have the same time as you have today.

She traced the outline of his abs with her fingertips, smiling to herself.  He does look good, she thought, wondering if he could take the hoodie and t-shirt off. 

"What are you thinking about jaan," Andy's voice was sweet like honey as he spoke. The song ended, making the room get quieter, and all that could be heard was dialogue being said through the tv. 

Shreya didn't say anything, just playing with the zipper of his hoodie, slowly pulling it down. Andy smirked, looking at her, the hoodie coming off his shoulders now and putting it on the sofa. He made the grey t-shirt look sexy and showed off his bulging arms. 

"I can see you are staring again, jaan," he chuckled, looking at her with a grin. 

"You're so handsome; I can't help staring at you," she mumbled, looking at him with hungry eyes. Shreya tugs on his t-shirt, trying to pull it off him. Andy didn't say anything but wink at her as he pulled his arms up, helping her discard the top. 

Shreya scans his torso, biting her bottom lip to see how defined he looks. She couldn't believe he was soon going to be her husband. She moved closer, putting her hands on his chest to feel how hot he was. 

"You ok," he softly spoke, looking at her and admiring him with such love. Leaning up, she placed her lips on his and gave him a sensual kiss telling him she was ready. 

Andy wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body close to his chest so he could pick up and take her upstairs to bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck so she wouldn't fall.

"Mr Barber," she giggled as he threw her onto the bed. Andy took his jogging bottoms and boxers off, crawling on top of her to attack her lips with his. 

His hands were on both sides of her face, pecking her lips a few times. He smiled, slowly making the kiss slower and filled with passion. Shreya closed her eyes, her hands holding onto his arms. 

Andy's beard rubbed against her cheeks, making Shreya moan and squeeze his arms. The kiss got more intense; his tongue slipped inside, fighting dominance with hers. He couldn't help but glance up at her; her face flushes, enjoying the kiss. 

Shreya pulls back from the kiss, taking a breather and fluttering her eyelids.

"That was," she was about to finish her sentence when he came closer and put his finger on her lips and whispered, 

"Shh jaan," he said, moving down to grab her right boob to his mouth to suck on. Shreya yelped, looking at him; he bit her nipple a few times then went back to suck the breast. Andy's hand moves to squeeze her left boob, watching as she squeals at his cold hand touching her skin. 

"Babe," she says, heavily breathing as she looks into his eyes.

"Jaan relaxes," he whispers, taking his hand and caressing her face. "I got you," he says, knowing how needy she looks with hungry eyes. Andy went back to attacking her lips with his; he could feel the warm sensation flying from one another. 

"Babe," she says, yearning for him to touch her in more places. Andy smirked, his hand stroking her cheek before slowly moving joa fingers down her chest to feel her wet center. 

His fingers glided up and down her heated centre watching her eyes squeeze shut at the sensation. "Oh, fuck," she moaned as he dipped two fingers inside. Those fat fingers with the engagement ring sent her off the edge. 

"Babe," she yelled, her body feeling tingly. Those fingers going deep inside with the cold band got her coming quickly. Andy smirked; he knew what would set her body off; ever since she saw him wear the ring on his finger, she became feral.

"Jaan," he said hoarsely, looking at her body as his fingers moved slightly to give her another sensation. Andy rubbed her pussy again; the band gave her different emotions each time. "Wait till we are married, Jaan: the wedding band will get you cumming for days," Andy spoke, leaning up to kiss her lips hearing her moan into him. 

"Babe," she said, gripping onto his shoulders, staring at him with pure lust. "I need you inside me," she said, gasping. Andy sneered, moving his fingers out of her pussy, seeing how much cum was on it. He sucked his fingers clean, grabbing his dick and giving it a few strokes before entering her tight cunt. 

He grabbed her thighs, spreading them wider so he could get deep inside her. He thrust his hips back and forward, watching as Shreya's boobs bounced and her eyes squeezed tight. 

Andy squeezed her thighs, leaving fingerprints on the skin. His eyes looked up to see Shreya moaning; that sexy moan turned his dick harder. Soon after, he felt his dick get coated with her cum, and Andy smiled, knowing soon he would be spent.

He grunted louder; his thrust started getting sloppier. Shreya held onto his arms, watching him ride her so fast. She loved to see him come; it was something to enjoy. More loud grunts escaped Andy's mouth; Shreya placed a few kisses on his pecs as she felt her pussy get coated in his cum. 

Andy sighed; he was finally spent slowly laying his body on top of hers. Shreya beamed; her hands moved to scratch the back of his head. He moaned, nuzzling his head between her boobs which was his safe place. 

"Babe," she whispered in his ear as he lifted his head and looked into her eyes.

"Yes, Jaan," he mumbles sleepily, looking at her with such admiration.    

"I found a couple of wedding venues; you want to have a look," she softly spoke, stroking his beard as Shreya heard Andy mumble a yes. She gradually got off from under him, grabbing her iPad.

"Hey, don't go to sleep," she let out, shaking his body to wake up. Andy muttered a few phrases, rubbing his eyes and now sitting up to watch her iPad. They went through countless websites, looking at pictures when Andy stopped her and inquired, 

"Jaan, all these venues are in Boston. Don't you want to get married in India?" Andy explained, looking at her eyes sparkled at the idea. 

"It has been my dream to get married in India, but honey, it will be such a headache to get things sorted," she spoke softly with sadness in her eyes. 

"Look at me, Jaan," Andy let out, holding her hand in his. "I want to marry you anywhere, even if it's at your home, you grew up. We can get a wedding planner to help you and take some of the burdens off," Andy said softly, leaning in to peck her lips a few times.

"Why are you so good to me," she confessed

 with a croak in her voice. She couldn't help but let a few tears fall down her face. He smiled; his thumb whipped the tears away.

"I wouldn't have asked you to be my wife if I didn't love you so much. You mean the world to me; let's get married in India,"  he said, grabbing the iPad and searching for venues in India now. Shreya smiled, resting her head on his shoulder, looking at him, talking about the first venue he saw. 

"Babe, it will cost a lot," she said, looking at the price of the first venue. Andy looked down at her telling her it was ok, 

"Jaan, ever since we started dating. I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Since day one, I started saving some money aside for when we finally get married," he said, grabbing his phone to show how much he saved into his savings account. 

"Holy shit," she shouted, looking at how much Andy saved. Shreya was so excited; she put the iPad and phone away and climbed onto his, and started to make out with him while grinding his dick on her ass.

"Slow down, Jaan, we have all night to make love," Andy muttered as Shreya smiled, grabbing his face and kissing her lips so hard the beard gave her burns of pleasure. 

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

Coming Home

Day 4 - Fireplace/ floo 

The low hymn of the music played, the wine already set on the table and the food ready out of kitchen and over to the dinning table. Harry set up the laptop on the table, an evident but perfect distance from the plate and himself. He shuddered a breath, fixing his collar one last time then just for a good measure turned on the camera to see how he looked and how did the lighting look.

Apparently not so good.

He got up and set a fire in the fire place behind him which immediately enlightened the room and he checked the lighting in the camera once again. Satisfied this time, he settled down into the chair and logged into his skype and called Draco.

The bud-boop sound continued for a while until finally Draco picked up the call.

" Hi- Draco-uh- Dray- your camera's off" Harry said first.

" oh- shit- right " and the screen immediately lit up after that and Draco became visible on the screen.

Draco paused for a while just smiling at Harry that he was almost scared that his video was stuck but soon he spoke up " Hi " it was a content smile that made Harry smile himself.

" Hey " Harry grinned.

" Ready for the date ?" Draco asked lightly chuckling.

Harry nodded " I made sausage and kale lasagna "

Draco smiled knowing it was his favourite " I made Indian- your favourite- chicken curry and rice "

He smiled and without any further delay they started acting out how they did when they weren't on a virtual date, talking about all sorts of things, even thing's that didn't make sense and the most random complaint about people the other didn't know exist.

45 minutes later they had pushed aside the food and Harry was leaning over the table with one of how elbow on the table drinking his wine with the other hand.

" and so I told him he can take his tiny rats ass and work with someone else who gave him attention like a baby- I mean we were supposed to be working together and he completely relied on me for all of the things- it's like being with baby only much worse " Draco groaned.

Harry let out a low chuckle " I mean what did you expect from Tyler anyways- remember the time when he cracked up a joke about a baby and nobody laughed and he was pissed at everyone because no one did-"

" I know- He really needs to grow up. It's just annoying at this point and you won't believe there's two of them" Draco gave a big eye roll.

Harry eyes widened in a surprise " there's two of them " he laughed

" Yes- wasn't one enough, now I have to work with stupid Miller too- he's even got an annoying voice " Draco added.

Harry shook his head laughing " Oh Dray, poor you"

" exactly- pity me, poor me" Draco sighed.

A little while later after Harry was done talking about the new album of the backstreet boys and how they had really outdid themselves but Harry's favourite was still Incomplete by backstree and a bit more of how Harry only liked slow song's like those while Draco liked more the stuff of Fall out boys and Beatles or Greenday, that was until Draco caught sight behind Harry and saw the newly built fireplace.

" you got it repaired?"

" actually- I repaired it myself- well ever since you're gone, I don't have much to do so I have ample time on the weekend's- so- I did it myself- I had nothing better to do and nothing special happened at work" Harry explained shrugging right after.

Draco sighed then leaned back in his chair " Well it looks great"

Harry sensed his tone and added " And ?"

" And what ?" Draco questioned back

" you know there's more to that sentence, you know I know it too " Harry replied.

Draco sighed then leaned forward over his own table and slumped down, his chin over his crossed arms in a soft look " it's just sometimes I worry"

" Worry, about what?" Harry asked frowning.

" about us- you- it's not like I'm insecure or anything but it's just I worry that we won't have enough time for each other or how I'm not there with you worries every second of everyday-"

" but I'm absolutely fine- there's nothing going on-"

" I know " Draco dragged on " I just- I want us to be together- I'm afraid I won't be home for Christmas. With the way everything is going around I feel like I'll have to stay around a bit longer"

Harry remained silent for a while. They had been doing long distance relationship for about 3 month's ever since Draco had to work at the countryside of Britain on some other case. They understood the work was important but this distance was killing both of them, not being able to see each other was just too much.

" it'll be fine- we'll spend some other time together- let's say when you come back home that is whenever you do we'll do a Christmas theme date" Harry said as a compensation

" it still won't be Christmas and it won't be the same Harry- I- I want to be with you- like all the time. I know I say we'll work through it and that I can do the long distance but I can't"

" but you said you could ?" Harry countered.

" I know I said I could and I can but I don't want to Harry. I promised myself I wouldn't tell you this but this is killing me- not being able to see you is ripping me apart, knowing that I don't go back home to your arms frustrates me and over everything it upsets me that I can't be there for you in anything- literally like last month when you got sick and couldn't move from the bed for 4 days- it broke me- I know you told me not to worry but I swear I was thinking only of you. It was killing me then and it's still killing me and I'm always Afraid you'll get sick or something would happen to you and I won't be there- fuck- I love you so much that it's just making it so difficult for me to not being able to see you " Draco inhaled sharply after that.

Harry stared at him through the screen, he Never knew Draco was bottling up so much. He knew the long distance must be as hard on him as it's on Harry but he didn't know that not being with each other worried him so much that he didn't focus on anything but Harry even if there was nothing. He didn't like to admit but it was true for him too. He wanted to be supportive of Draco, to his job and everything else but he never wanted to do long distance not because he didn't have faith in their relationship but not being with each other for whole 6 month's or more just messed up with his functioning. Whether he believed it or not, Draco was the reason for his survival.

" I miss you too Dray but it is what it is- no matter how much it's kills you or me- its something we have to do- I want to be supportive of every decision you make as long as it benefits you-"

" benefit me at the cost of being away from you- not worth it- fuck it I'm coming Home-"

" wait what- No- Draco-" but he had already disconnected. He knew Draco could be very impulsive at times, he could be irrational even but something like this had never happened before and it worried Harry more than the sane amount that he started pacing back and forth across the room biting his nail trying to think of how he could make up an excuse for Draco's absence at work because Draco definitely wouldn't explain well but his rail of thoughts came to an end as soon as the fire place lit up with emerald green sparks and Draco ran across and immediately hugged Harry, who didn't hug back.

" Are you out of your head ?" Harry snapped pushing Draco away a Little bit to look at him.

" yes- I'm out of my head-"

" Draco this isn't the time for a joke- go back and we'll work on making an excuse for your communication- and-"

" No harry-"

" yes "

" No " Draco said louder this time meaning he felt strongly about this.

" but your work?" Harry sounded defeated.

" can wait. I don't care if that stupid job benefits me or not or if it would do me any good or would work for my promotion or if it was the one thing I wanted to do my whole life- I- don't- care " Draco explained

" you don't ?"

" No I don't- nothing is worth this Harry. I don't want to choose to be away from you. I meant it when I said that the distance was killing me, it was, so much. I don't want to be away from you no matter how much better a job might be- nothing is worth losing you or being away from or seeing you only a stupid screen. Work might've been my priority once but now- it's you- it's been you for a very long time now so the world could fuck itself but I'll stay right here with you and I won't leave- because- you're my safe place Harry, the only one I want to come back home to, and not some gray coloured hotel room" Draco explained.

Harry gazed at him, his expression changing from worried one to soft look of love. He chose to stay, with Harry. Was there anything more he could ever want in his life.

" so you'll stay ?" He asked smiling.

" for always " Draco smiled back.

Harry finally hugged Draco and just in time kissed him over the lips confessing his love for him. At the end of the day, they could be world's apart but there was nowhere else they would rather be but with each other, even if that meant getting fired from your dream job.

Day 3- All I Want For Christmas Is You || Day 5- Some unsaid lovestories

For @hpdestress fluff December fest.

HP DE-STRESS DECEMBER REQUEST OPEN

MASTERLIST

[brooklynmuseum]

Closing out National Poetry Month, our Spring Interns paired some of their favorite poems with works from our collection. We hope you enjoy!

— Jeffrey Alexander Lopez, Curatorial Intern, American Art & Arts of the Americas

Image: Suzuki Harunobu (Japanese, 1724-1770). Page From Haru no Nishiki, 1771. Color woodblock print on paper. Brooklyn Museum, Gift of Peter P. Pessutti, 83.190.1

from Citizen: “Some years there exists a wanting to escape...” [Excerpt] By Claudia Rankine 

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I they he she we you turn only to discover the encounter

to be alien to this place.

Wait.

The patience is in the living. Time opens out to you.

The opening, between you and you, occupied, zoned for an encounter,

given the histories of you and you—

And always, who is this you?

The start of you, each day, a presence already—

Hey you—

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— Halle Smith, Digital Collections Intern Catherine Green (American, born 1952). [Untitled] (West Indian Day Parade), 1991. Chromogenic photograph, sheet. Brooklyn Museum, Gift of the artist, 1991.58.2. © artist or artist's estate 

Ode to Enchanted Light by Pablo Neruda

Under the trees light has dropped from the top of the sky, light like a green latticework of branches, shining on every leaf, drifting down like clean white sand.

A cicada sends its sawing song high into the empty air.

The world is a glass overflowing with water.

Consuelo Kanaga’s black and white photograph captures a dazzling, yet fleeting moment from everyday life. Three textured glasses cast shadows whose patterns are almost kaleidoscopic in effect. We can imagine Kanaga passing by her kitchen table, as she is brought to a halt to take a closer look at, and ultimately to photograph, the simple beauty generated by the play of light and everyday objects. The close-up scale of this image emulates the singularizing framing techniques deployed by Surrealist photographers, who also took parts of everyday life and blew them up in the photographic frame, thereby encouraging their viewers to look at life around us from a different angle. It is a way of saying: Here, take a closer look. Viewing the world with wonder, along with the joy that this act brings, are encapsulated in Pablo Neruda’s poem Ode to Enchanted Light. The speaker observes the way light passes through trees and creates enchanting patterns. He not only observes, but feels the beauty in the simple details of life, from the way light falls from the sky, to the sheen of leaves, to the buzzing of cicadas. Approaching life through such a hopeful lens evokes a glass-half-full perspective. In fact, the speaker is so hopeful that he believes “The world is/a glass overflowing/with water.” I think Kanaga would have felt the same way. 

— Kirk Testa, Curatorial Intern, Photography Consuelo Kanaga (American, 1894-1978). [Untitled] (Glasses and Reflections). Gelatin silver photograph. Brooklyn Museum, Gift of Wallace B. Putnam from the Estate of Consuelo Kanaga, 82.65.25

Easter Wings By George Herbert

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,

      Though foolishly he lost the same,

            Decaying more and more,

                  Till he became

                        Most poore:

                        With thee

                  O let me rise

            As larks, harmoniously,

      And sing this day thy victories:

Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

My tender age in sorrow did beginne

      And still with sicknesses and shame.

            Thou didst so punish sinne,

                  That I became

                        Most thinne.

                        With thee

                  Let me combine,

            And feel thy victorie:

         For, if I imp my wing on thine,

Affliction shall advance the flight in me.

Easter Wings by George Herbet and Martin Bach’s flower vase from the Brooklyn Museum’s Decorative Arts collection reveal the interrelationship between form and function. In Easter Wings, Herbert strategically varies the line length to create an image that enhances the meaning of the poem; when you turn the poem on its side, it resembles the wings of a bird, of which are symbolic of the atonement of Jesus Christ. In doing so, the author is not only telling us his message, but he is showing it visually as well. Similarly, the vase takes the visual form of its function. Its floral design amplifies the meaning of the object, as the vase is meant to hold flowers. In both instances, we see how aesthetic properties of a work echo the meaning and function of the work itself.

— Amy Zavecz Martin Bach (American, 1862-1921). Vase, ca. 1905. Opalescent glass. Brooklyn Museum, Gift of Mrs. Alfred Zoebisch, 59.143.16. Creative Commons-BY 

I am the Earth (Watashi wa chikyu) [Excerpt] by Kiyoko Nagase, Translated by Takako Lento

I am warm, moist soil  I am a single supple stalk  I draw my life  all the way up into corollas of wild berries on the roadside 

I am amazed at  a breast of water welling  to flow into the inlet of a muddy rice paddy  I am amazed at  myself being  hot steam blowing fire and sulfur up  from the bottom of the great ocean, deep indigo.  I am amazed at  the crimson blood flow  covering the earth’s surface in human shape;  I am amazed that it swells as the tides ebb and flow, and gushes out monthly under distant invisible gravity … I am the earth.  I live there, and I am the very same earth. 

In the four billionth year  I have come to know  the eternal cold moon, my other self, my hetero being,  then, for the first time, I am amazed that I am warm mud.

The vivid imagery conjured up by Kiyoko Nagase’s poem is beautifully visualized by Emmi Whitehorse’s painting. The emphasis on deep Earth tones and abstract corporeality in both the poem and the painting really creates an intense metaphysical link between the environment and the self.

— Amanda Raquel Dorval, Archives Intern Emmi Whitehorse (Navajo, born 1957). Fire Weed, 1998. Chalk, graphite, pastel and oil on paper mounted on canvas. Brooklyn Museum, Gift of Hinrich Peiper and Dorothee Peiper-Riegraf in honor of Emmi Whitehorse, 2006.49. © artist or artist's estate

Seventh Circle of Earth by Ocean Vuong

On April 27, 2011, a gay couple, Michael Humphrey and Clayton Capshaw, was murdered by immolation in their home in Dallas, Texas.

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As if my finger, / tracing your collarbone / behind closed doors, / was enough / to erase myself. To forget / we built this house knowing / it won’t last. How / does anyone stop / regret / without cutting / off his hands? / Another torch

streams through / the kitchen window, / another errant dove. / It’s funny. I always knew / I’d be warmest beside / my man. / But don’t laugh. Understand me / when I say I burn best / when crowned / with your scent: that earth-sweat / & Old Spice I seek out each night / the days

refuse me. / Our faces blackening / in the photographs along the wall. / Don’t laugh. Just tell me the story / again, / of the sparrows who flew from falling Rome, / their blazed wings. / How ruin nested inside each thimbled throat / & made it sing

until the notes threaded to this / smoke rising / from your nostrils. Speak— / until your voice is nothing / but the crackle / of charred

bones. But don’t laugh / when these walls collapse / & only sparks / not sparrows / fly out. / When they come / to sift through these cinders—& pluck my tongue, / this fisted rose, / charcoaled & choked / from your gone

mouth. / Each black petal / blasted / with what’s left / of our laughter. / Laughter ashed / to air / to honey to baby / darling, / look. Look how happy we are / to be no one / & still

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Ocean Vuong’s “Seventh Circle of Earth” has persisted as one of the great, affective moments of poetry in my life since I first heard Pádraig Ó Toama’s gorgeous reading and discussion of it on his podcast, Poetry Unbound. I decided to pair Vuong’s poem with Mary Coble’s Untitled 2 (from Note To Self) because both works are urgently immersive into the violence and experience of LGBTQ people in the U.S., and for how each work uses text and physicality to address presence, pain, and erasure. Vuong’s poem is actually footnoted to a quote from a news article about a gay couple murdered in Texas. The page is thus blank, absent of text. The reader has to sink below the main stage, the accepted space of word and story, to find the voices of this couple and the depth of their story’s tenderness, eroticism, and utter devastation. Coble’s piece foils the structure and effect of Seventh Circle of Earth by taking what was subverted by Vuong—text and the narrative of violence—wholly to the surface. Her photograph captures her own legs tattooed without ink with the names of LGBTQ individuals victimized by hate crimes. I cannot help but think of Franz Kafka’s short story “In the Penal Colony,” in which prisoners’ “sentences'' are inscribed by the needle of a “punishment apparatus” directly onto their bodies. I was struck by how the curator’s note for this photograph describes Coble’s artistic endeavor here as “harrowing.” The needle in Kafka’s short story is indeed called “The Harrow”. The noun harrow is an agricultural tool that combs plowed soil to break up clumps of earth and uproot weeds and clear imperfections. The verb to harrow means to plague, and in the story’s original German the verb for “harrow”, eggen,  is also translated as “to torment”. Kafka and Coble conflate these definitions of “the harrow” in their respective works: they use a needled device, like the true noun definition, as an instrument of torment because of someone else’s idea of punishment and justice. Here, violence is brought to the surface, intimate in as much as we are brought right up to the artist’s skin and into the presence of her and her community’s pain. Together, one can see how each creator physicalizes their respective artistic space to tell the stories of LGBTQ people, of what is tender and harrowing, below the surface and written into the skin. 

— Talia Abrahams, Provenance Intern, IHCPP Mary Coble (American, born 1978). Untitled 2 (from Note to Self), 2005. Inkjet print. Brooklyn Museum, Gift of the artist, 2008.10. © artist or artist's estate 

To my daughter Kakuya   by Assata Shakur  

I have shabby dreams for you   of some vague freedom   I have never known.   Baby   I don't want you hungry or thirsty   or out in the cold.   and I don't want the frost   to kill your fruit   before it ripens.   I can see a sunny place  Life exploding green.   I can see your bright, bronze skin at ease with all the flowers   and the centipedes.   I can hear laughter,   not grown from ridicule   And words not prompted   by ego or greed or jealousy.   I see a world where hatred   has been replaced by love.   and ME replaced by WE   And I can see a world replaced                                       where you,   building and exploring,   strong and fulfilled,   will understand.   And go beyond my little shabby dreams. 

This poem is featured in Assata Shakur’s memoir, Assata: An Autobiography. It details her hope for a better world that  her daughter can grow up in. This poem is positioned in the book when Shakur is facing increasing prosecution as a result of her  activism and affiliations with the Black Panther Party and Black Liberation army. Being written more than 30 years after this picture  was taken, the poem summons me to think about the trauma that many Black women face and how much of that trauma gets passed  down to their children. The black and white photo of a mother and daughter provides a nice visual to the poem. “The image of a Black  mother and child sitting on their luggage reflects the little-discussed history of segregated transportation in the northern United States. Through the 1940s, Penn Station officials assigned Black travelers seats in Jim Crow cars on southbound trains” (Brooklyn Museum). The photograph of train passengers waiting outside of Manhattan’s Pennsylvania Station especially echoes the verse “I don’t want you  hungry or thirsty or out in the cold.” The overall optimistic tone of Shakur’s poem alters our relationship to the image as we imagine  the mother pictured above hoping for the exact same things

— Zaria W, Teen Programs intern Ruth Orkin (American, 1921-1985). Mother and Daughter at Penn Station, NYC, 1948. Gelatin silver photograph, sheet: 13 15/16 × 11 in. (35.4 × 27.9 cm). Brooklyn Museum, Gift of Mary Engel, 2011.22.3. © artist or artist's estate

Crunch.  By Kailyn Gibson 

I retch as a mass of sinew lies between my lips.  The sensation is unbearable.  Fortunately, the jar of flies has gone missing again. 

Slowly, surely, and yet never sure at all,  the quiet of buzzing rings through the in-between. 

It is a symphony wrought from blood and bone. 

Saliva drips from bleeding, hungry gums,  And the crunch of glass echoes the grinding of molars.

If I proffered a sanguine smile, would masticated shards look like teeth?  Would they gleam just as prettily?  

The flies ring,  and the rot calls. 

— Kailyn Gibson Edgar Degas (French, 1834-1917). Portrait of a Man (Portrait d'homme), ca. 1866. Oil on canvas. Brooklyn Museum, Museum Collection Fund, 21.112 

Excerpt from Autobiography of Red A novel in verse by Anne Carson

7. If Helen’s reasons arose out of some remark Stesichoros made either it was a strong remark about Helen’s sexual misconduct (not to say its unsavory aftermath the Fall of Troy) or it was not.

8. If it was a strong remark about Helen’s sexual misconduct (not to say its unsavory aftermath the Fall of Troy) either this remark was a lie or it was not.

9. If it was not a lie either we are now in reverse and by continuing to reason in this way we are likely to arrive back at the beginning of the question of the blinding of Stesichoros or we are not.

10. If we are now in reverse and by continuing to reason in this way are likely to arrive back at the beginning of the question of the blinding of Stesichoros either we will go along without incident or we will meet Stesichoros on our way back.

11. If we meet Stesichoros on our way back either we will keep quiet or we will look him in the eye and ask him what he thinks of Helen.

12. If we look Stesichoros in the eye and ask him what he thinks of Helen either he will tell the truth or he will lie.

13. If Stesichoros lies either we will know at once that he is lying or we will be fooled because now that we are in reverse the whole landscape looks inside out.

This excerpt comes from Appendix C of Anne Carson’s Autobiography of Red, a novel in verse. A translator and classicist herself, Carson mixes fact with fiction in her unconventional retelling of the myth of Geryon and Hercules, beginning with a roundabout introduction to the poet Stesichoros. Autobiography presents a captivating example of recent Queer projects that take up Classical material as their basis. A fascination with the Classical past has pervaded our modern conception of sexual identity politics, down to the very etymology of the word “lesbian.” In this fascination, I see the same desire to capture Classical imagery as cultural heritage which has also pervaded American museums, albeit with significantly different aims. The fresco pictured above comes to mind, which passed through many collectors and was even purchased by the museum before anyone pegged it as a modern piece—not an original Roman fresco. John D. Cooney, a 20th century curator of our Egyptian, Classical, and Ancient Near Eastern Art collection, wrote that “the unclad and somewhat winsome charms of the lady [probably] diverted objective glances.” Both in the case of the fresco and Carson’s novel, the “unclad and somewhat winsome charms” of the Classical past shape and reshape our understanding of history.

— Kira Houston, Curatorial Intern, Egyptian, Classical, and Ancient Near Eastern Art Modern, in the style of the Roman Period. Part of a Fresco, early 19th century C.E. Clay, paint. Brooklyn Museum, Ella C. Woodward Memorial Fund, 11.30.

Late Fragment by Raymond Carver From A New Path to the Waterfall, Atlantic Monthly Press, 1989.

And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

— Shori Diedrick Brackens (American, born 1989). when no softness came, 2019. Cotton and acrylic yarn. Brooklyn Museum, Purchased with funds given by The LIFEWTR Fund at Frieze New York 2019, 2019.12. © artist or artist's estate

Jaguar By Francisco X. Alarcón

some say                                    dicen que ahora                  I'm now almost                           estoy casi extinto       extinct in this park                      por este parque    but the people                            pero la gente who say this                               que dice esto don't know                                 no sabe that by smelling                          que al oler   the orchids                                 las orquídeas in the trees                                 en los árboles they're sensing                          están percibiendo  the fragrance                             la fragancia of my chops                              de mis fauces  that by hearing                          que al oír the rumblingc                            el retumbo of the waterfalls                        de los saltos  

they're listening                         están escuchando          to my ancestors'                       el gran rugido   great roar                                  de mis ancestros

that by observing                      que al observar     the constellations                      las constelanciones     of the night sky                         del firmamento 

they're gazing                           están mirando at the star spots                       las motas de estrellas    on my fur                                  marcadas en mi piel that I am and                            que yo soy always will be                           y siempre seré the wild                                     el indomable

untamed                                  espíritu silvestre living spirit                               vivo de esta of this jungle                            jungla

While the author of the poem speaks about animals, their words can also speak on behalf of the erasure of indigenous peoples in South America. Much like the jaguar, indigenous traditions and culture are very important to life in South America. Despite their marginalization, Indigenous peoples throughout the Andes used coca leaves to help with the altitude. The use and cultivation of coca are criminalized throughout most of South America despite it being essential to indigenous cultures. This vessel was used to contain lime which would activate the coca leaves.  Much like the jaguar, indigenous traditions are also faced with endangerment despite being woven into the fabric that is Latin America. Through the opposite man and woman figures, the vessel shows the duality that is important to the Quimbaya people which is still relevant to Colombians today.

Aunque el autor del poema habla sobre los animales, sus palabras también comunican el sentimiento común de la supresión de los indígenas en Suramérica. Con la mención del jaguar, se puede entender en el poema que la cultura y las tradiciones de las personas que son indígenas son sumamente importantes para la vida en Sudamérica. A pesar de su marginación, los indígenas en Los Andes utilizan la hoja de coca para ayudar en la altura de las montañas. El uso y el cultivo de la hoja de coca fue criminalizado (penalizado) a través de Sudamérica, aunque su uso para los indígenas era vital y esencial para su cultura. Este recipiente que se utiliza contiene limón lo que activa la hoja de la coca. Similarmente al jaguar, las tradiciones de los indígenas siempre estaban en peligro aunque estuvieran entrelazadas en las telas de lo que sería Latinoamérica. A través del hombre opuesto y las figuras de mujeres, el recipiente muestra la dualidad de lo que es importante para las personas que son Quimbaya, algo que todavía hoy es relevante para los Colombianos.

— Jeffrey Alexander Lopez, Curatorial Intern, American Art & Arts of the Americas Quimbaya. Poporo (Lime Container), 1-600 C.E. Tumbaga. Brooklyn Museum, Alfred W. Jenkins Fund, 35.507. Creative Commons-BY 

[multiple-fandoms-shipper]

Clintasha fanfic

Secret Family

Cap: we need a safe house

Clint: Natasha can I talk to you

Nat: yeah

They go to a private area and sit down

Clint: we know a place

Nat: yeah but we haven't even told them we're superhero's

Clint: well there's no better way for them to find out

Nat: you're right ok let's go

They walk back out to the group and Clint sits in the pilots seat

Nat: we know a place

Cap: ok

Clint flies them to a remote area and when he lands they grab their bags and start walking up the long pathway

Tony: where are we

Nat: you'll see soon enough

Once they get three quarters of the way up the drive way a little girl runs up to Clint and he picks her up

Lila: hi daddy

Clint: hi baby, where are you're brother and sister

Lila: inside with auntie Laura

Clint: ok

He sets her down and she walks to Natasha

Lila: hi momma

Tony: I'm sorry what

Lila: who are they

Nat: I'll tell you when we're inside baby

A few minutes later a teenage girl walks out on her phone

Lila: sissy look who's here

She looks up from her phone and sees Clint and Natasha

Maia: mom dad you're home

Clint: yeah

She runs up to them and hugs them

Maia: I've missed you

Nat: we've missed you too Maia

Maia: so are you back for awhile

Clint: after this fight yeah I think so

Nat: yeah

They all take a step back and Maia looks at the rest of the people

Maia: what did aunt Laura say about bringing home strays

Clint: they're not strays

Maia: take it up with aunt Laura

Tony: can we get an explanation

Clint: me and Nat are married we have three kids and live with my sister

Cap: do they-

Clint: no but they will soon

Cap: ok

A few minutes later a women with a baby comes out and stands on the porch smiling at them

Laura: I thought I said no more strays Clint

Clint: hey I asked Nat before hand

Laura: ok and who might they be

Clint: meet tony, Steve, Bruce, and Thor,

He points at all of them as he says their name and they wave

Laura: are you gonna tell the kids

Nat: yeah, now come on everybody let's go inside

They walk the rest of the way and once they get there Clint takes the little boy from Laura and smiles at her and then the boy

Clint: hi Cooper

He makes baby noises

Laura: back for good

Clint: as if what would do with all our free time

Laura: spend it with your kids

Clint: yeah well we're taking a vacation after this to spend with them

Laura: good

Nat: hey Laura can you show them to the guest rooms

Laura: yeah

They all walk into the house and Laura leads the avengers upstairs to the guest rooms while Clint and Natasha sit in the living room with their kids

Clint: me and your mom need to tell you something

Maia: what

Nat: I'm black widow and your dad is Hawkeye

Lila: you're superheroes

Clint: yeah

Maia: cool, so what do you do

Nat: hand to hand combat

Maia: so cool

Lila: what do you do daddy

Clint: while I'm an archer and hand to hand combat as well

Lila: awesome

Clint: I know, now who's gonna help aunt Laura cook dinner so me and your mom can catchup

Lila: I will

Maia: yeah sure that's what you're doing

Nat: if you don't say anything else about us catching up I'll teach you a few combat moves

Maia: deal

Clint: ok Lila go help aunt Laura in the kitchen

Lila: ok daddy

Maia: have fun

She walks away

Clint: who do we give the baby to

Nat: Bruce

Clint: yeah

They walk over to the group of avengers

Clint: make yourselves comfortable just don't mess anything up and Bruce watch baby Cooper

Bruce: ok

Clint hands Bruce the baby

Bruce: he's adorable

Nat: yeah, bye

Tony: where are you going

Clint: somewhere

Tony: ok...

They walk upstairs to their room and they do the deed

It's now dinner time

Laura: dinners ready

Everyone runs to the table except Bruce who walks with the baby in his arms

Laura: here I'll take him

Bruce hands Laura the baby and puts him in his high chair and then Natasha and Clint walk down and Natasha has sex hair and Clint's is a little messy

Maia: so how's was your catching up

Nat: it was great

Maia starts laughing

Nat: I'll take away your boyfriend privilege

Maia stops laughing immediately

Nat: that's what I thought

Bruce: you guys have great kids

Thor: yes I agree with dr banner you and lady Romanoff have great kids mr Barton

Nat: Thor have I not told you to call me Natasha

Thor: you did lady Natasha

Nat: close enough

Everyone eats dinner and after they watch some tv until 9

Nat: ok Lila bedtime

Lila: but the movies not over

Clint: we won't watch anymore with out you

Lila: ok

Nat: who do you want to tuck you in tonight

Lila: both of you

Nat: ok

Clint picks Lila up and walks with Natasha to her room and places her in bed

Nat: goodnight Lila

She places the covers over Lila

Clint: sleep tight Lila

He kisses Lila's head

Nat: don't let the bedbugs bite Lila

She kisses her head

Clint: we will always be here for you Lila

They walk to the door Nat turns the light out and they are about to close the door

Nat and Clint: we love you Lila

They close the door and walk back to the main room

Nat: I love you Clint

Clint: I love you too Tasha

Bruce is holding Cooper and looks like he's about to fall asleep on Thor

Clint: here Bruce

Clint takes Cooper and walks over to Natasha and they curl up on one of the couches together and put the baby between them

Maia: I'm going to bed

Nat: ok goodnight Maia

Clint: goodnight Maia

Maia: goodnight mom, dad and aunt Laura

Thor: may I ask why you named your children Maia, Lila, and Cooper

Nat: while Maia means brave warrior in Maori which is spoken by the Maori people somewhere in New Zealand (I did my research)

Clint: Lila means beauty in Indian. The name Lila is also known as fire and strength (I researched this as well)

Nat: and we just liked the name Cooper (the name Cooper actually means barrel maker)

Thor: ahh well those are all good choices and I do believe lady Maia would make a brave warrior.

Clint: thank you Thor, we're gonna put Cooper to bed now

Cap: ok

Natasha and Clint go upstairs and put Cooper to bed

Clint puts Cooper in his crib and tucks him in

Nat: goodnight Cooper

Clint: sleep tight Cooper

Nat: don't let the bedbugs bite Cooper

Clint: we'll always be there for you Cooper

They turn the light out and walk to the door

Nat and Clint: we love you Cooper

They walk out of the room and back downstairs and they stop at Maia's door and open it to see her falling asleep

Clint: goodnight Maia

Nat: sleep tight Maia

Clint: don't let the bedbugs bite Maia

Nat:  we'll always be there for you Maia

Clint and Nat: we love you Maia

Maia: I love you both

They close the door and walk back to the avengers and Laura

Tony: so you have kids

Clint: shhh they're sleeping and it's a pain to get them back to sleep

Laura: how do you get them to sleep so quickly

Nat: it's a song type thing

Laura: what is it

Nat: it goes, goodnight Laura

Clint: sleep tight Laura

Nat: don't let the bedbugs bite Laura

Clint: we'll always be there for you Laura

Clint and Nat: we love you Laura

Laura yawns

Laura: that is very effective

Clint: yeah it works well on all three of them and us

Laura: good to know

Tony: you guys look exhausted

Nat: it's nothing let's plan for the fight

Cap: ok

Steve starts talking strategies and Clint and Natasha try to stay awake but can't so they end up passed out on the couch tangled together

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine....

Dominant Erik sees his ex gf at a party/ Dominant Erik and his soft ex gf he lost by being a fuck boi keeps taunting him about how much he can’t have this anymore since she has a new man. Erik is jealous and he has to remind her who Daddy really is

Warnings: HARDCORE SMUT. Dom & Sub play. Voyeurism. Edging. Nasty talk. Jealousy.

“Y/N, get the croissants so you can make those bomb-ass breakfast sandwiches.”

“Which ones? The big ones or the small ones?”

“The big ones.”

Y/N crouches down in a squat to grab four big croissants for her and her roommate, Ivory, to have. She was famous for making the best breakfast sandwiches. Y/N grew up in a southern home with two parents who have their own catering business. She learned to cook at the age of 6, bringing a stool over to the stove, making breakfast and lunch for her younger siblings. Now, her Cali friends can’t shut up about how great of a cook she is. Her friend from UCLA, Tommie, is having a pool party/ tattoo party at her place this evening and she asked Y/N if she could cook some dishes. She didn’t have to worry about the grilled items. Y/N was asked to make curry chicken, barbecued ribs, seafood salad, and potato salad. She already whipped up the salads yesterday so all she had to do was cook the marinated chicken and ribs so they would be fresh and ready to devour.

“I need to get my ass out of this market. If I stay in here I’ll end up spending more money and we still have to pay off the rest of the new furniture set.”

“We have enough saved, let’s splurge,” Ivory spoke while grabbing some junk food.

“The money we have saved is for emergencies, Ivory, like if our cars start fucking up? If some big weather crisis happens and we have to stock up on food for a while?”

“Girl lets live life and stop worrying about money all the damn time. You’ll be graduating next year with your Master's degree.”

Y/N chuckles, “that’s next year though. Did you get the avocados?”

Ivory held up a bag filled with them, “You know I couldn’t forget. We eat these with everything.”

“True,” Y/N stood up, pulling a wedgey from between her ass cheeks.

“One more thing,” Ivory pulled up the list of groceries from her notes in her phone, “Cookies and cream ice cream.”

“And extra Oreos because they don’t put enough in there for me,” Y/N walked to the cart, heading back down the aisle. She spotted the cookies, grabbing two packs of double-stuffed Oreos. Y/N and Ivory made a right outside of the aisle, heading towards the frozen section to grab their tub of ice cream. Ivory was currently texting away with a grin on her face, almost bumping into an Indian couple with their child. Y/N knew she was texting the group chat that included Tommie and herself because her phone kept vibrating in her Louis Vuitton purse sitting in the cart.

“Tommie wants to know if you are bringing your new boo?”

“Terrence? Yeah, I’m bringing him,” Y/N looked up at the signs above the frozen aisles to make sure she was heading towards the correct one.

“Ah, ice cream,” She made a left, Ivory following slowly behind her.

“She also wanted me to let you know that Erik is coming so be prepared.”

“Erik who?” Y/N says while bending over to grab some ice cream. Ivory held the door to the freezer open for her.

“Your ex-boyfriend?”

“All I know is a nigga named Erik who is a fuck boi. The biggest fuck boi ever,” Y/N places the ice cream in the cart, “Ready to checkout?”

Ivory purses her lips, “How long have y’all been broken up? Still ain’t over it?”

“For about...eight months now. Eight months of peace and no drama. He’s irrelevant to me. Every time I hear the name Erik I wanna fight somebody and I’m not the fighting type.”

“Does Terrence know about him?”

Y/N glares at Ivory, “No. why? Should I have mentioned him? I didn’t think I needed to.”

Ivory didn’t say another word until they made it to the car. All things were purchased and bagged up. Y/N opened the trunk with a push of a button, bringing the cart over so she could pass the bags to Ivory. Once the trunk was loaded, Y/N walked the cart to place it with the others. She made her way back, Ivory driving this time since Y/N drove to the market.

“I RATHER BE YOUR B.I.T.C.H CAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU GON’ CALL ME WHEN I’M TRIPPING ANYWAY!” Y/N jammed to Megan Thee Stallion’s song that played from Ivory’s iTunes. She grinds her hips in her seat, thick ass and thighs moving, windows rolled down making her top knot curly bun frizzy, and snapping her fingers.

“Aye, you know you can’t control me, baby, you need a real one in your life them bitches ain’t gon’ give it to you right!” Y/N stuck her tongue out.

“Bitch, who you singing to? Soft Boi Terrence or Fuck Boi Erik?”

“Neither, I’m just singing, girl. Why I gotta be singing to a nigga?” Y/N turned down the music.

“Because, bitch, I peep what you’ve been doing on the GRAM.”

“What have I been doing Ivory?” Y/N asked defensively.

“My girl ain’t so sweet anymore,” Ivory raises both of her brows, “The captions under your pictures? The music you post in your stories? Who are you tryna piss off?”

“I know this ain’t about Erik ain’t shit ass,” Y/N argues while talking with her hands, long acrylic nails swaying like she was ghetto fabulous, “Cuz if it is you can cut this shit out real quick.”

“Let me give you an example,” Ivory clears her throat, “You wish this was still your pussy, HUH?”

“Girl, that’s a quote from a song,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Well, how about, Fuck Boys played out, let’s treat these niggas how they treat us. Y/N, I’m not the only one who’s noticed, girl. And you didn’t unfollow Erik on Instagram. You want him to see all your posts so he can get jealous and miss what he can’t have that’s what you’re doing.”

“What’s wrong with that though?” Y/N shrugs, “He crept around with other bitches, so what’s wrong with me letting him know that he will never find another girl like me? I want him to feel it. Terrence might be soft and sweet but he treats me with respect. Erik just wanted to get his dick wet. He didn’t take what we had seriously, Ivory. I don’t care how fine or how big that nigga dick is he fucked up.”

“OKAY. I’m sorry for bringing it up. I just don’t want you to dwell on him. Then, that means he won, right?”

“I don’t want him to win,” Y/N spoke with a pout of her lips, “I want him to remember what he lost, that’s all. I want him to watch me glow up on his big-headed ass.”

“Girl...we both know Erik. We know how he had you running behind him. If that nigga said get on your knees for Daddy, what you gon’ do? GET ON YOUR KNEES!”

“Nah,” Y/N folds her arms over her hefty chest, “Nope. He doesn’t have that power over me anymore-“

“I remember the stories, Y/N. How he taught you to be the best freak. Girl, you can’t just throw that away.”

“Who’s side are you on?” Y/N spoke with rage.

“Nobody’s side. I just know you still have feelings for him, that’s all. Don’t do Terrence like that. He’s just a filler, we both know this.”

“I really like Terrence. He’s the man I should be with, not Erik. My mama warned me about men like Erik. They sweet talk you, fuck you good, then break your heart and move on to the next bitch. She said it with those exact words. I always told myself I would never get with a dude like Erik and here my dumb ass go skipping to a dick appointment and coming out bow-legged.”

Ivory was in a fit of laughter wheezing and clutching her aching belly. Y/N turned the music back up, shaking her head at the fact that she even had to talk about him again. She wanted Erik and everything he did to her out of her mind. It took a while for Y/N to forget the good times. The nights where they laid up under eachother, talking about everything under the sun. The way he kissed her. How hungry he was for her each time he saw her. How he made her body react to him. Made her cum from dick for the first time. Turned her over to the BDSM lifestyle, becoming his 24/7 slut. It was fun, exhilarating, risky, sexy, wild, passionate, but then she found out he has multiple bitches calling him Daddy and submitting to him. That was the last draw. She cut ties with him and he acted like he didn’t give a fuck.

“So I won’t give a fuck,” Y/N held her head high, “I’m gonna enjoy being petty.”

“You’re grown,” Ivory ended it, turning into their apartment complex.

————————-

The Splash party/ Tattoo party will start around 6 PM and would end whenever. Tommie, the host and Y/N’s Instagram Model friend, was currently on the phone with the moon bounce crew about when they would arrive. Ivory and Y/N were in the kitchen taking the shells off of the boiled eggs. The dank smell of weed filtered into the kitchen from out back while Ivory and Y/N continued with the eggs. They had so many to do. Terrence was out back helping Tommie’s boyfriend, DJ, blow up the floaties and other pool accessories. Most of the hot food was in the oven on low heat. The grill master, another friend of theirs, Bryson, was seasoning the meat outside so he could start the grilling process. Y/N didn’t have on her bikini like Ivory and Tommie did. Y/N has a lime green bikini packed away in a holographic tote bag. She had on a pair of elastic waistband pink velvet shorts and a cropped airbrushed T-shirt that read Spoil Me.

“Is that my nigga Erik?!” DJ yells.

Y/N didn’t react, she didn’t flinch or jump to look at him. She continued scooping the yoke out of the middle of the boiled egg whites.

“So, you’re the drink plug then? Where’s the rest of the liquor?”

“In the truck.”

His voice. She hadn’t heard it in about seven months. She forgot how raspy and alluring it was. Now, she was remembering the way he used to talk to her. Instruct her to sit on his dick or suck his dick with no hands.

“We may need to make one more run. You know Tommie’s friends with everybody,” Erik laughs.

That laugh was infectious. Y/N licks her lips, picking up another egg to cut into.

“Who’s here already?” Erik asked.

“Bryson, Ivory, Y/N, and her boyfriend Terrance.”

“Oh, for real? Let me go say wassup.”

Y/N’s breathing quickened. She wondered how her hair looked slicked back in a bun or how thick she looked in her velvet shorts. All thoughts she wished she didn’t have but couldn’t help. Ivory was too busy singing to Ari Lennox that played from her phone to pay attention to Y/N. Footsteps finally settled in the kitchen. Y/N looked up through her lashes, staring at her ex. Erik Stevens. He put on more muscle. Skin a deeper brown from the sun. Dreads in his hair now and not that kinky fro she remembered him having. Orange swim trunks on and a half-buttoned white linen shirt that showed off gold chains hanging from his neck. He was carrying a box filled with dark liquor.

“Sup?” He spoke to both Ivory and Y/N. Y/N didn’t speak.

“Hey, Erik,” Ivory waves to him with a knife in her hand, “How have you been?”

“Pretty good, how about you?”

“Same me, what did you bring for us?” Ivory peered her big brown eyes into his box, “Hennessy, Long Island, D’usse! good choices.”

“More coming too,” Erik smiles. His eyes looking past Ivory’s braided hair to stare at Y/N, “Hey, Pinky.”

He actually called her that. Her hair wasn’t even pink anymore. She went back to her natural dark brown. He said that shit to piss her off.

“Damn, rude ass,” Erik kissed his teeth, “Where you want these at, DJ?”

“Come on, let me show you.”

—————————-

“Erik, this is Terrence, Y/N’s boyfriend.”

Terrence was taller than Erik and slender. Skin a hickory brown, silky waves in his jet black hair, full lips and sepia eyes. His chest and arms were covered in tattoos. He has on black and grey striped trunks with no shirt. His body was wet from being in the pool to place the pool lights and floaties.

“Hey, man,” Terrence shook Erik’s hand with his wet one, “Oh, snap!” Terrence pulls a bottle of Hennessy from Erik’s liquor box, “Can we open this now?”

“I don’t care, it’s for everybody,” Erik walks away, sitting the box down on an empty table next to ice buckets that DJ told him was the bar.

“Where do I know you from?” Terrence asked while following Erik to the drink table.

“I’m well known. I’m a party promoter and I own my own night club-“

“OH YEAH. That’s where I know you from. I follow you on Instagram. I’ve been to a few of your parties. Your shit be jumping off, bruh.”

“Thanks.” Erik started taking the bottles out of the box.

“I also know that you and Y/N used to fuck with each other.”

A smile crept up Erik’s lips, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. And let me just say this now before I walk away. Don’t think about speaking to her. She’s with me now. Clearly, she left your ass for a reason. She didn’t tell me exactly who her ex was but she did say he was a cheating ass bitch. Stay away from her, aight?”

“Step off, nigga, before I make you,” Erik’s eyes were dark and menacing. Y/N failed to mention that Erik was dangerous. Killer dangerous, “She ain’t mention how I kill niggas for a living too? Don’t end up on my list tryna defend your bitch. I had her, I know how she feels. Still nice and tight? Still gotta lay the towels down under her big ol’ ass because she squirts too much? Did she mention how I call her Pinky because her hair used to be hot pink and how she sucked on the dick real good?”

Terrence simply scowled at Erik. He looked like he wanted to bust Erik’s head open with one of those liquor bottles but not once did he make a move to correct Erik or hit him. Erik smirks before grabbing the Hennessy bottle from Terence, opening it, and drinking from it in his face. Erik wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes unblinking and murderous.

“Nothing to say? What happened to the tough guy? I like a challenge-“

“Just stay away from her, she doesn’t need you, she got me-“

“Are you insecure, homie? For you to approach me like this right off the back lets me know that you’re afraid I may take her away.”

“I’m not tryna ruin Tommie’s party, homie-“

“Nah, you feel insecure. If you know me then you must know how I get down. Pinky ain’t mention how she used to be my little slut? If I make you my little slut that means you’re still mine.”

“Y’all Aight?!” DJ yells over at Terrence and Erik from the pool, “Y’all niggas ain’t about to fight over Y/N are y’all?”

“NAH,” Erik yells, clapping Terrence on the back, “Just getting to know Terrence more. Decent guy.”

Erik walked away, bumping Terrence’s shoulder so hard he stumbled. Terrence braces himself on the table before looking back at Erik with fury. Once again, Terrence didn’t do shit.

“You know,” Erik takes off his checkered Vans before putting his feet in the water, “Y/N really needs to find a nigga with some backbone next time.”

“What did you say?” DJ asks with a shake of his long dreads, “Did you threaten that nigga, Kill?”

“Nah, he tried to threaten me though. Ain’t work. How long him and Pinky been dealing with each other?”

“Probably for five months. They met through me. Terrence came with me to a house party and next thing I know he and Y/N hitting it off. They exchanged numbers and been down for each other ever since.”

“That shit won’t last,” Erik took a swig of Hennessy, “she still talks about me?”

“No, Erik. That girl doesn’t mention your name, ever.”

“She still thinking about me with all those shady captions she posts on Instagram. She turned into a real gangsta on a nigga,” Erik chuckles, “I know it ain’t because of him.”

“E, DONT act a fool, bruh.”

“She shouldn’t have come. She should have stayed her fine ass home then.”

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Y/N was standing in Tommie’s master bathroom tying the strings to her bikini thong. She grabs her phone from the sink to take a boomerang of her in the bikini for her Instagram story. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but Y/N was intentionally stalling in the bathroom. Other guests already began to pour in and eat the food. The music from the DJ at the pool could be heard all the way in the bathroom, Roddy Rich- The Box playing. Terrence was probably already drunk by the pool since he couldn’t keep a drink out of his hand. Ivory was probably scouting the crowd full of men for someone to potentially take with her back to the apartment later. And Erik...

“Stop thinking about him.” Y/N spoke to herself in the mirror. She sighs, grabbing her matching lime green kimono to put around herself. Y/N headed out of the bathroom, walking down the hall and descending the steps towards the party. The house was empty, everyone out in Tommie’s big yard partying. When Y/N arrived, she smiled wide. This was like a 90’s pool party. Women dancing and walking around in tiny bikinis. Men dunking chicks in the pool or carrying them on their shoulders in the water. Towels laid out in the grass, people sitting on them with plates of food in their hands while others sat on chairs with their knees together to hold their plates of food. Moon bounce in full effect too. Tommie even has a slip n’ slide.

“Baby!” Terrence came over to Y/N with his arms out and an annoyed expression on his face, “Where have you been for the past hour? Sleeping?”

“No, getting dressed,” Y/N bats her lashes innocently, “You aren’t mad at me, are you?”

“Nah, that nigga over there is just irritating me.”

Y/N gave Terrence a perplexed look, “What nigga?”

“Your ex.”

Y/N looked up in time to see Erik surrounded by a group of half-naked women in the pool. They all splashed him, Erik picking one of them up to toss back into the pool. The other who tried to splash him was resting on a flamingo floaty. Erik flips the floaty over, the girl shrieking as she went underwater.

“How did you find out?” Y/N turned her eyes back on Terrence.

“Found a picture of you and him on his Instagram at a party he promoted for.”

Y/N looks away, a guilty expression on her face.

“Why did you hide that from me?”

“You wanna do this right now, Terrence?” Y/N folded her arms, lowering her voice so she wouldn’t cause a scene.

“Just answer the question, he’s gonna be here a while and I have to see his ugly mug until we leave. And Pinky? What’s up with that-“

“WHAT?!” Y/N raised her voice.

“He told me he called you Pinky because you used to have hot pink hair-“

“This conversation is over, Terrence. I didn’t come here to talk about my ex I came here to have fun- AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Y/N was being tossed into the pool. She didn’t have time to prepare herself as the chlorine water burned in her nose. Her hands splashed frantically before she went under again. Gaining her footing, Y/N broke the water surface, coughing with her eyes squeezed shut. Snickering and shouts surrounded her. Y/N finally opens her reddish eyes, staring up at a laughing Erik with his wet muscular body standing over her on the pool edge.

“NEED SOME HELP OUT OF THERE?” He teased.

Y/N was about to charge him until she saw the straps to her bikini top floating in front of her. She screamed, causing more people to laugh. Tommie and a few other girls came over while Y/N held the front of her bikini top tightly so it wouldn’t float away.

“SERIOUSLY, BRUH?!” Terrence was ready to attack Erik but Erik’s friends held him off, trying to calm him down.

“All jokes, Terrence. Y/N is used to it. Falls for the shit every time. Ain’t that right, Pinky?”

Y/N was embarrassed. Finally secured, she swam to the pool ladder, climbing out of it while glaring at Erik with vengeance. Her hair was out of its bun, wet curly hair smoothing down her back. The kimono she wore was currently floating in the pool and her ears were filled with water. She rushed away and back into the house, a finger in her ear swishing around to help get the water out. Y/N almost slips on the tile of the kitchen floor when she made it back inside.

“UGHHHHHH.” She groaned loudly.

“Baby, you Aight? Here,” Terrence held out her fluffy SpongeBob beach towel for her, “I know you’re cold.”

“Thanks, DICK,” Y/N snatched the towel.

“Why the attitude towards me?” Terrence spoke offensively.

“Because I have a feeling you said something to Erik. You knew he was coming, didn’t you? You had an entire speech waiting for him when he arrived? Now, he’s provoked and he will do whatever it takes to piss you and me off. So THANK YOU!!!! I am SO GRATEFUL!”

“Chill out with all of that. Yeah, I did approach him. I told him to keep his focus on everything and everyone else besides you-“

“Why though? You scared he’s gonna come back into my life? That’s a wack nigga move on your end,” Y/N wraps the towel around her waist, “I’m gonna go clear my head. Why don’t you go back out there and stir up some more shit.”

“Y/N!” Terrence yelled out as her back turned. She stomped through the living room, spotting a bottle of Tequila, grabbing it, and walking upstairs to Tommie’s room.

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Y/N was sitting on Tommie’s balcony, staring down at the party with a gloomy expression. Erik was down there partying with his third plate of food in his hand. Ivory was in the pool playing shoulder wars, better known as chicken fight with one of Tommie’s model friends. Bryson was sweating bullets at the grill and Tommie and DJ sat on the pool edge with drinks in their hands. Y/N couldn’t spot Terrence. She didn’t care honestly. Y/N was burning through that bottle of Tequila. She could feel the earth rocking beneath her and her mind drifting in and out like a tide. Y/N stares with blurry eyes at the bottle in her hand. It was almost gone. She rolls her eyes, capping the rest before throwing the bottle on the balcony couch that Tommie has. Y/N stood on wobbly legs, bracing herself on the glass sliding doors before entering the house. She needed to eat but she didn’t want to walk back out there.

Y/N picks up her phone from Tommie’s canopy bed, ready to dial for Tommie but before she could, her phone was buzzing in her hand from an incoming call. She didn’t bother to see who it was, answering the phone anyway.

“He-hello?”

“You tore up already, ma?”

That voice almost made her sober.

“Why the FUCK do you still have my number?”

“Because I can. Where you at?”

“FUCK. YOU.” Y/N spoke with a slurred voice.

“Just tell me where you are so I can come to the rescue like always.”

“No, Fuck Boy, I’d rather lay in my own vomit than be near you for another fucking second you piece of shit.”

“Damn, I really turned you into a Lil’ savage, huh?”

“Erik...I am hanging up.”

Y/N ended the call.

“Sup, Pinky?”

Y/N felt like her body was moving in slow motion. She looked towards the entrance to Tommie’s bedroom. There, in his orange trunks, bare feet and shirtless was Erik himself. He has a plate of food in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” Y/N asked while blinking up at Erik. She felt like her head was spinning.

“Because...I know you still like it. You gon’ always be Pinky to me...my Pinky. Ain’t gon’ never change.”

“What do you think is going to happen for you? You think because you bring me food and water I’m gonna get down on my knees for you? I’m not your submissive anymore, Erik.”

“I’m not here to argue with you I’m here to sober you up, here,” Erik places the plate filled with a burnt hotdog, some cucumber salad, and deviled eggs, “I figured this would be the perfect food to soak up that alcohol. I saw you throwing that bottle back like it was water.”

Y/N didn’t say thank you but she did accept the food. She was starving. Erik sat on the other side of the bed, watching her eat like she was his favorite movie. She ate quickly, burping and all. Y/N grabs the water from the bed, uncapping it before gulping that water down in a rush. She felt better even though she was still tipsy. Her head didn’t spin like before and she could stand with a better center of gravity on her two feet.

“You ain’t gotta thank me. I know your pride won’t let you. You’re welcome anyway.”

“You can go now.” Y/N got up from Tommie’s bed, walking to the bathroom to rinse her mouth out with Listerine.

“I like it up here more,” Erik follows her, his eyes watching her ass sway, “We can catch up and shit.”

“Catch up? Boy-“

“I’m a grown-ass man, Y/N.” Erik cuts her off quickly.

“Fuck Boy’s are little boys to me,” Y/N rolls her eyes at Erik in the mirror, “Now, why don’t you make yourself scarce and leave me the fuck alone, yeah?”

Erik had a glint in his eyes that Y/N would usually flench at but this time she didn’t give a fuck.

“What? I’m being too bratty for you? You want to punish me?” Y/N let out a short suppressed laugh, “Please.”

“Keep talking, watch what I do next.”

“Nothing!” Y/N swished the Listerine around her mouth thoroughly before spitting it out. “You don’t get to tame me again. I’m gonna go to the party, swim, freak dance with all this ass on my boyfriend, and spend time with my friends. You do you, and I’ll do me, okay?”

Y/N rinses out the Listerine cap, twisting it back on the bottle, then walking back to the bedroom. Erik walked out behind her slowly, his hands clenched in fists and his nostrils flared. Y/N ignored him completely, reaching out to grab her phone only to see it vibrating with an incoming call.

“Ah, that’s my man right now,” Y/N picks up the phone to answer it, “Hey, baby,” Y/N looked over at Erik and he was green with envy, “I’m better. I just took a little nap. You know how I can be when I’m tired.”

Erik’s covetous expression didn’t go unnoticed. Y/N got onto the bed slowly, feet swinging behind her while she twirled a piece of her curly hair, putting on a sweet and honeyed voice. She was playing with him. The little minx.

“I’ll be down, Daddy...Mhm, I’m so sorry I was so pissed with you earlier. I just get so angry sometimes...Mhm, I just need some sex that’s all.”

“Y/N...put the phone down, now,” Erik warned her with a quiet rough tone. He steps a little closer.

Y/N rolled over onto her back, “I promise, I’ll be a good girl,” Y/N giggles, “Yes, fuck Erik, I’m your new good girl-“

“Y/N. Do it now before I tear that ass up, girl, I’m not playing with you.” Erik tries to grab her phone but Y/N backs away on her knees, getting out the canopy bed.

“Yes, Daddy, you’re my new Daddy, fuck Erik-“

Her phone was snatched from her hand and placed in his trunks. Y/N shoves Erik away aggressively. That was the wrong move. Erik picked Y/N up, covering her mouth to muffle her screams, walking towards one of Tommie’s bedroom closets since she had two of them, opening it, then stepping inside. He sat her down, finding the light switch in the closet. Erik looks down at Y/N, her chest rising and falling with deep gasping breaths, body backing away into a corner. Erik didn’t blink. He didn’t even speak. His body was pressed firmly against hers, trapping her in the corner. Y/N could only look at either his eyes or his chest. His skin smelled like chlorine and Shea butter.

“Done playing with me?” He spoke finally, “Cuz I didn’t find that shit funny.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha,” Y/N teased, “Jealous that I have a new Daddy to fuck and not you?”

“More like pissed the FUCK off. You had your little rebellious fun for these eight months. Now, I gotta properly get in that ass. Like I said...you done playing with me?”

“No,” Y/N smiles, “You need to hurry up with your I’m still Daddy speech I got a date with my man at the pool-“

“Oh, I’m done talking. You know...talking doesn’t seem to work for you anymore since you turned into a Lil’ savage on a nigga. I gotta use action...”

“Erik, move,” Y/N bumps past him, turning the doorknob only for it to be locked. Confused, Y/N jiggled the knob and twisted it with more force, her upper arm burning from her muscles being worked out. Pausing, Y/N looked from side to side nervously, her hand still on that brass doorknob. Now, she was screaming, practically yanking Tommie’s doorknob. Erik brings a hand around to cover her mouth, pulling her further into the closet, forcefully placing her back against the wall. Y/N still wanted to scream even though Erik’s hand was pressed over her lips. She bites down on one of his fingers, thinking that would help her but it only pissed Erik off more.

“Shut the fuck up with all that noise,” Erik whispered angrily into her ear, “Yelling like a fucking child. SHUT UP.”

“Mmmm!” She tries to speak. Erik’s face was dangerously close to hers.

“Couldn’t get out?” She blinked up into his onyx eyes, “couldn’t escape? How does it feel that you are locked inside of a closet with me right now, Hmm? My Pinky scared?” Erik removes his hand from her mouth, Y/N shaking with fear, “Yell Terrence name. I want you to yell as loud as you can.”

“WHAT-“ she was cut off with a hand around her throat.

“Do. It.” He spoke with a warning before letting her neck go, standing back with his large biceps and triceps crossed over his chest.

Y/N clears her throat but her voice cracked, “TERRENCE?!!”

“Mm-mm. Louder than that.”

“TERRENCE!!!!!!”

Nothing. He was toying with her. Making her yell his name like he would come to the rescue. He was reminding her that she was trapped and the loud music and partying from outside muffled her yells. Y/N was vanquished. Vanquished by the one man she despised.

“Say, Terrence, help me! Help me please!” Erik smirks deviously.

“T-TERRENCE! HE-HELP ME! PLEASE HE-HELP ME!” She felt like an idiot.

Erik presses his ear to the door, “Hmm, no sign of him. I wonder why?” He asked with faux curiosity.

“Because he’s outside, and it’s loud, Erik,” Y/N glares at him.

“Exactly. Good girl...that’s my baby,” Erik jiggles the doorknob, “I peeped that Tommie locks the closet form the outside. No wonder, look at the shit she has in here,” Y/N entertained Erik, looking around on the shelves and the floor. Nothing but boxes filled with home movies, a folded up camcorder, sex toys for men and women, a blow-up doll deflated in the corner, and BDSM toys.

“Would you believe me if I told you that I introduced the homie DJ to this? I’m the one that suggested he spice up sex with Tommie by making her his little slut. It seems like it worked. Don’t you agree Lil’ mama?”

Y/N didn’t respond. She was having flashbacks to how her closet used to look. Exactly like this minus the blow-up doll. Erik purchased her own collection so he wouldn’t have to bring his own from his place. The movies and the camcorder really struck a nerve. All the movies they made, especially Erik’s favorite that involved her first time as his sub, 

Daddy! oh! Daddy! I can’t believe I’m cumming!

Daddy, it’s so big in my little bad girl pussy!

MMM! Yes, Daddy! I’m a little slut! I’m your nasty little slut!

I love sucking your fat dick, Daddy...

It played in her mind. All the sex. All the role play. She couldn’t wipe it out. It was as if someone opened her brain to re-file all her memories of her Daddy, her Sir. To her disappointment, Y/N could feel her pussy growing warm and wet.

“Now, what smart shit do you have to say now?”

“N-nothing,” Y/N slid down the wall and to the floor, “I don’t have anything to say.”

“I know you don’t. Cuz you know if you keep talking I’m gonna pop that ass real good, right?”

Y/N glares at Erik, “Yes.”

“Terrence just let you walk all over him, doesn’t he? That nigga ain’t Daddy don’t make his head swell with false promises, Pinky.”

“STOP calling me that. My hair isn’t even pink anymore. And I’m not your little porn star-“

“You still are. You wanna see something?”

“See WHAT?” Y/N glanced at Erik’s trunks.

“See what will make you remember how much of a porn star you really are for me.”

“I-No, Erik, I don’t,” Y/N’s eyes disobeyed her by looking at his crotch again.

“You do, and you will,” Erik didn’t need to do much, he simply takes his thumbs, hooking them in the waistband of his trunks, and pulling them down so they could cascade around his ankles. His dick was moist from his wet trunks but it still hung heavy like Y/N remembered. Still just as thick and beautiful. Terrence has a little dick compared to Erik’s. That was the dick that made her cum multiple times in one session. That was the dick she would wake up to in her mouth or wait for on her knees at her door when he said he was about to pull up. The dick she would gladly go limp for. The dick that turned her into the best slut. Her Daddy’s dick.

“This is what you still do to me. Still don’t want it?” Erik moves his hips making his dick bounce and twirl.

“Uh-huh,” Y/N spoke with an unsure voice.

“Speak into the mic, Pinky,” Erik jokes, laughing and making Y/N suck her teeth. Erik moves closer to her, his moisturized dick hitting her in the cheek. Y/N reaches out to slap it away but it was like an iron rod; rigid and stiff. Her clit jumped and her pussy squeezed around nothing.

“Go ahead, take all that anger and frustration towards me out on this fat dick.” Y/N could hear him jerking his dick, “Stop playing and suck Daddy’s dick.”

“Fuck,” Y/N whimpers, “I’m so fucking mad at you! I can’t believe I wanna suck your dick right now!”

“I can,” Erik taps his dick on her lip, “Let’s go, mamas.”

“Terrence...he’s-“

“Oh yeah,” Erik crouched down to grab his trunks, pulling out Y/N’s phone, “FaceTime him so he can watch you suck on this dick.”

“ERIK! Nooooo,” Y/N pleaded, “No, I don’t wanna do that to him-“

“I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THAT NIGGA,” Erik shoves her phone in her face, “Call that wack nigga right now, or I will.”

“Please,” She was on her knees, eyes watering, “Please, pleaseeeeee I don’t want him to know-“

“Then you’re not Pinky no more. The Pinky I remember used to suck my dick under the table at the restaurant or at the club in VIP. That’s the Pinky I remember. He messed you up, girl,” Erik presses her phone against her cheek, “Call him right now, hear me, girl?”

“UGH, OKAYYYYYYY!” Y/N snatched her phone away, earning her hair getting pulled

“Fuck is wrong with you?!!! I am so disappointed,” He had a mug on his face that scared Y/N, “I got something for you...wait till his face pop up...watch.”

Y/N’s teary eyes looked down at the FaceTime call. It rang twice before Terrence popped up, drunk with another drink in his hand. He was currently waiting to get a tattoo done since the tattoo man and his crew showed up.

“Hey, baby! I thought you said you were coming down?! The tattoo man here! I’m thinking about getting your name.”

“Oh, he’s a quick one,” Erik joked.

“Who is that? And why are you crying, love?”

Y/N’s lip trembled while Erik softly ran his fingers through her hair.

“Are you in a closet? What the fuck is going on with you?” Terrence looked like he was coming to his senses.

“B-Baby, I-I’m sorry. Just break up with me, okay? I-I’m about to do something very bad and-“

“Erik pulls her hair with a warning.

“I-I’m sorry.”

Y/N turned towards Erik on her knees, making sure Terrence could see what she was doing. Her hand wraps around Erik’s girthy meat, shuddering breaths escaping her mouth before her lips pulled him in snugly. She instantly remembered the taste. She hadn’t sucked a dick this big in months so she wasn’t used to the filling her mouth received. Erik could be seen smiling smugly down into the phone while his balls dangled and Y/N’s tight plump lips went back and forth over his dick.

“Y/N!!!!!!!! What the fuck?!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!!!! You cheating ass bitch!!!!” Terrence gawked at her while she sucked, looking from that phone with her pretty mocha eyes shining with tears and up to stare at Erik. She felt so guilty but having Erik’s dick in her mouth again brought back the good times when she used to suck on her Daddy.

“YEAH! WE ARE DONE! hoe ass bitch.”

He ended the FaceTime.

“Good girl,” Erik fucked her mouth, “That’s my good girl, my good little slut.”

Y/N sucked him while he gave her the dick.

“Now, who is the cheater? You just FaceTimed your boyfriend while sucking your ex’s dick. Shame on you,” Erik made Y/N gag, “On your knees in the closet while sucking me. So nasty, baby, yes, such a slut. Aren’t you a slut?”

Y/N nods her head.

“Good girl, who’s a slut?”

“Me-”

“And who’s slut are you?”

Erik pulls his dick from Y/N’s mouth, “Your slut.”

“Mhm, and who do you answer to?”

“Y-you, Daddy,” Y/N’s eyes were puffy, nose running, mouth drooling.

“Exactly. Now suck my fucking dick like you’re supposed to, slut.”

Y/N went back to pleasing Erik, sucking on him to make up for the lost time. She had to show him that she still had the title for the best dick sucker. Like she didn’t go on a hiatus, her jaws went tight and her throat became a never-ending fuck hole for Erik’s thick slab of meat.

“Why don’t you grab my nuts and play with those too. Don’t leave them hanging, baby. Take all of me.”

Y/N obeyed his command, grabbing Erik’s fat sack with her hands. She massages them, her lips on the tip of his dick now trying to ring him dry.

“That’s it, get it, mamas, yesssss, Mhm, just like before, uh-huh,” Erik’s eyes fluttered, “Fuck, you know how to please me. It was fate having you here. Now, ain’t no running away from me.”

“Mmm-“

“You’re here to stay. Fucking leave me again if you want.”

Y/N could feel Erik’s dick swelling in her mouth. Her plump lips felt sore from stretching them around his dick. 

“Suck that dick for Daddy, a true dick sucker, dump all this cum in your mouth, and you better swallow.”

“mmmm,” Y/N blinked her eyes up at him. She couldn’t do much but mumble.

“Goddamn, what a mouth on you, I trained you so well to deep throat big dicks and you can take the whole damn thing, Daddy loves to fuck your pretty little mouth-”

When Y/N smiled at him with a mouth full of dick Erik erupted in her mouth and Y/N’s pussy got so wet it was dripping on the carpet in the closet. Her submissive throat happily swallowed all of his cum. 

“Slut,” Erik smiled at her.

Y/N pops her mouth off, wiping her chin with the back of her had while trying to catch her breath. There was no going back, she already did what she said she wouldn’t do. Y/N could see Ivory now pointing a finger at her while laughing hysterically. She was on her knees for Erik just like she said she would be. 

“Stand up!” Erik startled her with his booming voice, “Put your leg up on that shelf, let me see that Lil sexy pussy that I haven’t had in months-”

“It’s your own fault, Daddy-”

WHACK!

Erik struck Y/N’s ass painfully before cuffing it so hard his nails sank into her skin. 

“Keep talking back. Keep running your fucking mouth,” WHACK! “Put that goddamn leg up like I said.”

Y/N brought her leg up to one of Tommie’s shelves, adjusting her balance.

“Pull that juicy cheek open so I can see my meal.”

Y/N pulls her left cheek open, revealing her wet, creamy pussy to Erik’s hungry eyes and drooling mouth. 

“Fuck yes. Need some pussy on my tongue like yesterday.”

Erik got down on his knees in the cramped closet, helping Y/N by holding her cheeks wider before his entire mouth gave Y/N one big kiss with a whole lot of tongue and suction. 

“Feed me,” Erik commands, Y/N opening her legs further for Erik to devour her pussy. She moaned sharply, gasps escaping her mouth in a desperate rhythm. His tongue dragged from her tight hole all the way up to her clit. Air was forced from her lungs in agonized gasps. Over and over he dragged his tongue along her engorged folds. Her thighs shook and she could feel her foot slipping from the shelf. Erik held her thigh up further so he could lap her kitty and give it sweet kisses. She could feel herself beginning to squirt because of a little of the clear liquid dripping from her. Erik tasted that, taking his tongue to roll over her clit before he brought his lips together to suck.

“Uhhhhh! Uuuuuuuh!” Y/N sucked in a quick breath, ready to explode but Erik stops. 

Y/N grabs the back of Erik’s head, bringing him closer to her pussy, “Daddy-”

“Don’t fucking touch me before I spank you again. You don’t deserve to cum in Daddy’s mouth. No matter how much I want that sweet pussy in my mouth I gotta discipline you.”

“Pleaseeeee,” Y/N wanted to cry. She was so close. Her cum was about to glaze his fucking face. 

“Nah, fix your bikini and pick up your phone to call Tommie so she can come open this closet.”

“Erik,” Y/N tried to sweet-talk him but he was busy pulling up his trunks. She rolls her eyes, Picking up her phone from the floor, unlocking it, and dialing Tommie’s number. It rang four times and she didn’t answer.

“She’s not answering, see,” Y/N shows Erik her phone. He looked at it nonchalantly.

“Dial it again that girl stays having her phone in her hand-”

“You can finish eating my pussy for me,” Y/N bends over as far as she could go, spreading her cheeks, showing Erik that sad little pussy that needed to be licked up, “See, Daddy? Daddy, please?”

“Get the fuck up.” Erik pulled her up by her arm, “Now dial her fucking number like I said.”

Y/N whimpers, stomping her foot, dialing Tommie again and hoping she wouldn't pick up. To Y/N’s disappointment, Tommie picks up, her voice loudly speaking into the phone because of the music.

“Y/N?! WHERE ARE YOU? TERRENCE STORMED OUT OF HERE.”

“Tommie! can you come to your room, please?!!! I’m locked in your closet!”

“WHAT? WHY?-”

“Just hurry, please??!!!!”

“AIGHT HERE I COME.”

The line ended.

Y/N looked over at a fully clothed Erik, spotting his wet beard and lower lip.

“Uh, Daddy,” Y/N pointed to his chin, “You still have my pussy juices on your face.”

“I know,” Erik looks her up and down,” I'm gon’ keep it there too-”

Tommie opened the door, hazel eyes growing wide and mouth hanging open.

“Oh! this what you were doing, huh?!” She laughs, “Y'all are wild! no wonder why Terrence left ready to cry!”

Y/N stormed out of the bedroom.

“Erik,” Tommie scolded, “Don’t fuck with my girl like that-”

“Mind your business, Tommie,” Erik playfully mushed Tommie before leaving the bedroom as well.

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Y/N relaxed on a floaty in the pool, staring up at the starry sky. She didn’t care that the people around her splashed water or bumped into the floaty. She needed to reflect on what she just did. Erik was currently in the house getting a tattoo of a scorpion with the year 1986 on the back of his left arm. His session would probably take another hour. Y/N wanted to get a tattoo of a crescent moon on the side of her left breast but she felt that if she sat in there near Erik, she would act like even more of a brat. He didn’t deserve to deprive her, she deserved to deprive him. He cheated on her for some other bitch. He should be begging her but Y/N didn’t have it in her to do it. She wanted Erik to control her. 

“Sup, ma?”

Y/N looks down in the pool, her eyes connecting with a guy who looked Ethiopian, thick coily hair wet and dripping onto his forehead. He has full lips with facial hair that didn’t connect, eyes a cinnamon color and a skin smooth and caramel.

“Hello,” Y/N spoke dryly.

“Can I keep you company? I know your man stormed out of here crying about you. You really pissed him off, huh?”

“Do you need anything?” Y/N asked with annoyance.

“Your number if that’s cool,” He tried to put on a smooth voice but it didn’t work, “You look so gloomy with your pretty self.”

“How about you get me a drink,” Y/N needed one.

“I can do that.”

“What’s your name?”

“Aman,” He held out his hand to her, “You?”

“Y/N.” She shook his wet hand.

____________________________

“All finished, bro.”

Erik looked at his tattoo in the mirror that was given to him. He was a great tattoo artist. Erik paid him extra, thanking him again after getting it covered up with ointment, before walking away to let the next person have a turn. He needed to get more liquor before the good shit was gone. Heading back outside, Erik spots a group of people huddled around the pool lounge area, shouting and laughing. He walks over and the closer he got, he notices Y/N standing up, removing her swimsuit top, big beautiful, hefty breasts with large chocolate areolas and nipples free for everyone to see. She had everyone gawking at her before she took off running around the pool, breasts rebounding and swaying. She ran past Erik, almost slipping, before making it back to the group that cheered her on like she won a contest. She immediately picked up her bikini top, Tommie tying it back in place for her. Erik crushed the red solo cup in his hand, the ice falling out and landing on his bare toes. He tossed the cup down, squaring his shoulders before walking up to the group. All the dudes over there were looking at her savagely, dicks probably hard as a cement block in their wet trunks. One dude in particular that Erik recognized to be Aman was whispering in her ear, probably telling her how much he would love to suck on those big ass titties all night long; like a damn baby.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!” Ivory spoke with shock, “Okay, your turn Aman.”

Y/N turned to him, Her legs awfully close and her lips just as close as she whispered in his ear, “Truth or Dare.”

“Dare,” Aman spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. Erik crossed his arms over his chest, eyes low and predatory. 

“I dare you to...take a shot off me!”

“Teh, easy.”

Y/N giggled drunkenly, “Let’s see then.”

Someone passed Aman a shot of tequila while Y/N laid back over his lap. Ivory sprinkled some sugar around her navel and squeezed a bit of lemon juice. Aman poured some of the tequila between Y/N’s breasts, watching it drip down. He quickly traced the wet trail with his tongue before licking around her navel to get all the sugar, dipping his tongue in her belly button to get the lemon juice. Everybody shouted, cheering Aman on while Y/N giggled. Erik saw red. He bumped roughly past a few people before pulling Y/N off of Aman, throwing her over his shoulder. Everyone watched stunned as Erik spanked Y/N.

“What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!!!!!!!” Erik barked out in a gruff tone with clenched teeth, “You really enjoy pissing me off I can see that now! WHY ARE YOU LETTING SOME NIGGA LICK ALL OVER YOU-”

“Because I can!” Y/N slaps his back, “Get your hands off me, you don’t own me. Go find that bitch you cheated on me with and fuck her!”

“Let’s go,” Erik heard enough. He stormed away, Y/N kicking and screaming over his shoulder. 

Inside, Erik damn near ran up the stairs with her, finding a guest bedroom, tossing her on the bed, and slamming the door shut. Y/N got off the bed, falling to the floor because she was a little drunk. She laughs, flat out hysterical like a hyena. 

“Get the fuck up,” Erik spoke while shaking his head, “Can’t even hold your damn liquor-”

“Fuck you, yes I can, dumb-dumb,” Y/N got up, stretching out on the bed, “You just ruined my night yet again. I was having fun.”

“Thanks to you, Aman gotta die,” Erik walked over to Y/N slowly, “And as for you, I gotta punish you.”

“You already punished me. You owe me an apology,” Y/N sat up, “Apologize to me for cheating on me. Get on your knees and say how much of a sorry piece of shit you are.”

“Y/N,” Erik pinches the bridge of his nose, “Aight, look...I am sorry. I am so so so so fucking sorry for cheating on you like that and not giving a fuck. I truly apologize. If you wanna hit me, fucking hit me. Do what you gotta do, ma, but I’m not going nowhere. I promise you that. I miss you. You got me hot right now but I miss everything about you, girl. Come on, hit me. After this, you won’t get another chance, baby girl.”

Y/N looked at Erik like he has two heads and four legs.

“Did you hear me?! come on,” Erik held his arms out, “Hit me.”

Y/N got off the bed, walking over towards Erik timidly. She stood before him, looking up at him with low eyes, frizzy curly hair, and no balance what so ever. Erik still has his arms out, ready to take whatever Y/N dished out.

“Y/N-”

SLAP!

Erik’s jaw felt like it disconnected from his face. Y/N put a lot of force into that hit. She gasps, covering her mouth before giggling. 

“Girl-”

SLAP!

She breathed a breath of relief.

“That felt...so good,” Y/N beamed up at him, “Gosh, you don’t know how much I wanted to do that.”

Y/N could see her handprints on Erik’s face. He just looked at her while rubbing his left cheek, a smile slowly creeping up.

“You got hands, girl.”

“Thanks, asshole.”

“I deserved that,” Erik looks down at Y/N’s breasts, “But you dead wrong for showing your titties.”

“It was fun. I’ve never done that before,” Her eyes went down to stare at his crotch that was indeed tented in the front. Those hits turned him on.

“Consider that your last time,” Erik grabs his jaw to flex it before he presses his chest against hers, moving her back towards the bed, “Now take this bikini top off so I can titty fuck you until I bust on your chin.”

Y/N lays back on the bed, removing her bikini top, her heavy titties spilling out. She squeezes them together before twirling her nipples. Erik stood between her legs, pulling his trunks down and stepping out of them. His thick veiny dick stood at attention and bounced up and down as he got onto the bed to straddle her waist. Y/N grabs Erik’s dick, looking up at him with low eyes while he spits on his dick multiple times. Y/N rubbed it in, bringing his dick between her breasts before squeezing it with her copious flesh. Erik started moving his hips, his spit covered dick making squelching noises like he was in Y/N’s pussy.

“That chin is a good place for me to nut on, right, baby girl?”

“Umph, yes. Uhh, my pussy just jumped at that.”

“Good girl,” Erik grunts, “Lick the tip of my dick.”

Y/N flicks her tongue on Erik’s dick while he increased the speed of his hips, Y/N’s body moving back and forth across the bed.

“Fucking sexy,” Erik squeezed her tits more, “Fuck, these big ass titties so tight on my dick.”

“Daddy, please fuck my titties, please cum on my face,” Y/N leans forward to suck on the tip of his dick, “Yes, please, Daddy!”

Erik spits some more, His movements more erratic. Y/N held her mouth open with her tongue hanging out so the tip of Erik’s dick could rub against it. 

“Titties feel so soft and good, girl,” Erik moans, “You like it when Daddy titty fuck you, baby?”

“Yes!” 

“Hmph, fuck!” Erik’s creamy and warm cum landed on Y/N’s chin and lips. Her head came forward, nose a target now and a little on her eyelashes on the left side. She couldn’t believe how much cum came out. 

“goddayum!” Erik removed his dick from between her breasts, grabbing it at the base to slap her nipples with it.

“Can I feel your dick in my pussy now?” Y/N turned around, Arching her back deeply, “I want my pussy fucked so bad right now-”

“Oh, you want a proper workout, huh?” Erik crawled behind her, smacking her clit with his dick, “Thick as fuck. You want me all in that phat silky pussy?”

“Umph, Yes!” Y/N pops her pussy back on Erik’s dick, “Daddy give it to me-”

“Bounce that ass back on me,” Erik thrust forward inside of her, shallow grunts escaping his mouth. He really missed how tight and wet she is, “Fuck this fat dick-”

“Like this, Daddy?” Y/N sat up on her elbows to look back at him with her cum stained face, “Right fucking there, ahhhhhhh,” Y/N threw that ass back knowing Erik would catch it, “Right here...right here...get it good, fuck, Daddy.”

“Nah, you better fuck this dick. Move that phat butt,” Erik was still on his knees watching Y/N fuck him. She spread her legs, bringing one knee to her chest, grabbing the sheets, and went to town on his fat pipe. She used all the power she has to fuck him herself. sweating and sucking air through her teeth, Y/N could feel herself squirting. Erik’s dick slips out, Y/N’s hips still moving as her pussy steadily poured until it did nothing but drip. 

“All this thickness is killing me,” Erik slaps her ass while sliding his dick back inside, “Mmm, mmm, yummy.”

Y/N could feel every stroke because she was super wet. Erik showed her no mercy on her pussy. All he wanted to do to Y/N was beat it up. He arched her again, Y/N letting out unsteady breaths.

“You feel where I’m at?” He was deep in her belly.

“In my fucking stomach, ugh,” Y/N could feel her pussy creaming all over his dick, “This is what I want. I want to be a wet mess for Daddy.”

“You knew Daddy needed this sexy pussy to fuck and fill with all this dick and cum over and over. That ass... damnnnnn,” Erik swats her ass while hammering her pussy, “Good bitch, give Daddy that pussy! Good girl, get that dick!”

short little spurts of air escaped Y/N’s lungs as she cums on Erik's dick. She couldn’t breathe. Panting and gasping, Y/N could feel Erik reach around to grab her neck with his nose in her hair. Y/N held onto his arm around her neck while Erik battered her sugar walls. Her mouth fell open, Erik’s fingers sliding inside. Y/N wasn’t in her body anymore, not even when Erik slowed it down to purposefully give her sharp and quick thrusts before stopping. Each surprise thrust made Y/N suck in a panting breath. Erik’s fat dick got even fatter, her pussy lips spreading to accommodate his rapid growth. She felt his lips sucking on her jaw, her pussy like a waterfall. 

“F-Fuckkkkkkk, oh my God, fuckkkkk, ugh, yeah, mhm,” Erik still stroked while he nuts inside of her, Take it...take it...” He whispered, “Fucking take it like I said.”

Y/N licked between Erik’s fingers, her eyes rolled back. 

“Good girl, give Daddy that pussy, bitch...let Daddy get in that pussy, slut...enjoy that dick.” Erik’s dick was squashed between her walls while he spoke in a subdued voice in her ear. Y/N melted around him, “You love letting Daddy fuck your pussy...you love having a dick in you...you be feeling so good, right?”

“Umph,” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, tears rolling down her cheeks. That squirt made her pussy extra sensitive. Erik would not stop fucking her pussy. Her hand went back to push at his hips, Erik responding by pushing his hips in further. 

“Fuck, Daddy, you got me so weak.”

“Just cum one more time for me. You already made a big ass mess might as well give me more,” Erik spoke quietly in Y/N’s ear. 

“Fuckkkk,” Y/N’s head fell forward, “Yessssss.” She gave him one final messy release before falling flat on her belly. Erik’s dick slips out, his eyes watching all his nut fall out to add to the big puddle Y/N already made.

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let them eat cake

let them eat cake

chris evans x female reader word count: 2,617 warnings: fluff, stickiness, and some friskiness  (smut, oral f receiving) - summary: “what do you want for dinner?” and other questions my  fiancé would still ask even if i was bleeding and on fire. a/n: this has no plot, but enjoy!

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You and Chris glare at each other from across the kitchen island. He impatiently taps his fingers against the granite countertop while you chew the inside of your cheek raw. The tension is palpable when Chris lets out a heavy sigh and begins scrolling through his phone. You do the same, hoping this sudden layer of heaviness in the room dissipates soon. 

 Minutes pass and Chris drops his phone and purses his lips, looking back to you, he groans and lowers his head to the countertop, looking back up at you with sad and tired eyes. You hate doing this to each other, this constant back and forth, the questioning, the insecurities, the uncertainties. 

 It was always the same question, night after night;

 What do you want for dinner?

“This is stupid, let’s just order something!” Chris finally says, throwing his hands in the air.

 “Fine,” you agree, “what do you want?” 

 “I don’t know -” 

 “Oh my God,” you cut off, covering your face with your hands, “just decide. Pizza, sushi, Chinese, Indian, something!” 

 “I want cake,” he pips. 

 You groan loudly, “you can’t eat cake for dinner, Chris.” 

 He stands with his hands on his hips, “and why not?” 

 “Because!” You scoff, “because...it’s just not dinner! It’s cake! We’re adults.” 

 “Well I want cake,” he starts, turning to the cupboards behind him and begins to pull out various items, “and if you don’t want any that’s fine. But I will be having cake for dinner and that’s my final answer.” 

 You roll your eyes and can’t help but smile at Chris’ absolute siliness. You watch as he scours the cabinets and lines up each ingredient meticulously on the countertop. He crosses the kitchen to the wine rack and picks out a bottle of your favorite, a dry rosé. You’re amazed at his absolute grace when he balances the two crystal glasses, a corkscrew, and the bottle of wine and brings them towards you. He fills each glass precisely and slides yours closer. 

 “To...something,” he starts, holding his wine class up to meet with yours. 

 “To us, and promo season being over, and finally being able to be in the same goddamn timezone,” you finish for him. 

 Chris grins widely, “to my dog, my own bed and shower, Dunkin Donuts and Lisa’s Sunday lasagnas.”

 “Anything else?” You ask.

 He searches for a moment, pursing his lips and squinting his eyes, “no, can’t think of anything.” 

 “You suck,” you sneer before taking a large sip of wine. 

 He flashes that smile and walks around the island towards you, pressing up behind you and wrapping an arm around your middle, “and a toast to my new fiancėe,” he brushes the hair off your shoulder to kiss your neck, “and all the bomb sex we’re gonna have on our honeymoon.”

 You roll your eyes and bite back a smirk, “are you fifteen? Can’t you be civil just once?” 

 Chris nips at your neck, “nah.” 

 He lets go of you and returns to preparing the cake batter, tediously measuring everything out before checking the recipe thrice over to make sure he got the right amount. 

 “Do we own a mixer?” He asks. 

 “Yes,” you respond, taking a sip of your wine, “it’s in the cabinet above the stove.”

 He (even at his height) stands on his tiptoes to reach the cabinet to pull out the hand mixer. You watch him fumble with it until he seems satisfied. 

 “Are you gonna sit there and gawk at me or are you going to help me?” Chris asks. 

 You scoff, “I do not gawk, sir.” 

 Chris raises an eyebrow, “definitely gawking. I think I even saw a little blush in there.” 

 You roll your eyes finish the rest of your wine and place the glass back down before sliding off the barstool, “what do you need help with Chef Evans?” 

 “Dunno, you’re just cute to look at. You do crack eggs better than I do, though” 

 Your eyes roll again and pour yourself another glass of wine. 

 “Why don’t you pick out some music we can dance to?” He asks. 

 You nod and head into the living room. There’s a low warm glow that floods the room. The seasons are changing from a bone chilling winter to a lush spring. The buds on the trees are starting to form and the Earth smells fresh again with the small breaths of air that trickle in from the cracked living room windows. You’re thankful for living in the middle of nowhere Massachusetts and being closer to nature now than you were in your city days. It brings you both a sense of peace in your mads worlds. 

 It’s definitely a vinyl kind of night, so you fire up the record player and begin to paw through yours and Chris' ever increasing collection. It was a fairly new hobby you had gotten ( or as he said, bullied) Chris into. There are certain songs that are just made to be played on a record player.

 “Put the new one on!” He yells from the kitchen. 

 The room envelops in an even warmer atmosphere when the music starts. A gentle guitar strum starts and the melody of Such Great Heights by Iron & Wine starts playing. Chris was a classic kind of guy when it came to music, and you pride yourself on expanding his palate a touch.

 You slowly start to twirl around the room, glass of wine in hand, to the song. The living room glows in a low yellow that bounces off the stark white of the walls and cozy farmhouse furniture and mutes them a bit. There’s a faint scent of the fruit from your wine in the air and you shut your eyes and let the music guide you. 

 Chris can’t help but stare, and you’re a sight. So carefree and utterly in your own world. Twisting and twirling around the living room in nothing but one of his tee shirts and a pair of pajama shorts.It terrifies him that you can exist with just yourself and still be whole, it’s something he’s still working on in your relationship; to understand that other people don’t complete other people.

 He decides he can’t take anymore of it and leaves his cake batter to come and dance with you. You don’t even realize he’s left the kitchen until he plucks the glass from your hand and wraps you up in his strong arms, pressing his body close to yours. 

 “I’m so happy to be home,” he says, voice muffled in your neck, “I missed you so much this go around. More than ever.” 

 You both agreed distance never made the heart grow fonder. Just sadder.

 Chris lifts his head and you kiss him softly, “I missed you too, baby,” you reply. 

 Your head rests against his chest as the two of you sway to the music that fills the room. Chris' hand slides up underneath the back of your shirt. You shiver slightly at the contact but welcome it wholeheartedly. It feels so good to have him back home. 

 He kisses you, hard. There’s a strange ferocity to it that doesn’t pair with the mellow haze of the room. His hands are everywhere beneath the fabric of your shirt and in your hair and by the time he’s pulled away you’re both gasping for breath. 

 “Slow down, Tiger,” you breathe, “we’ve got more than enough time to make up for all of that. And if I remember correctly,” you kiss the tip of his nose, “you have a cake to finish.” 

 Chris shakes his head, “no, I don’t have a cake to finish -” 

 He picks you up, swinging you over his shoulder in one swoop, “we have a cake to finish”

 With a smack of your ass he takes off into the kitchen, placing you carefully on the counter beside the cake batter. It’s half blended, with chunks of flour and sugar still floating amongst the other ingredients. 

 “Your cake looks like shit,” you pip. 

 Chris wields the hand mixer in one hand and places his hand on your bare thigh. He turns the mixer on, and his lack of securing the bowl causes the contents of the mixing bowl to begin splattering out...all over you.

 “Chris!” You squeal, feeling the wet, sticky batter against your skin. 

 Chris laughs and lowers his head to lick off the splatter that had landed on your inner thigh. The feeling of his tongue against your skin sends shivers up your spine. 

 “Have fun getting salmonella,” you say, hopping off the counter, but not without stripping your shirt off just before turning down the hallway to your shared bedroom. 

 Chris almost knocks over the bowl trying to get a look. 

 You return with a clean shirt and hair up, ready to crack down on Chris' dinner cake. 

 “So what kind of frosting are we making?” You ask, taking over mixing duties while Chris finishes cleaning up the counter from his splatter nightmare.

 He shrugs, “a basic one?”

 You scoff, “one cannot simply have a basic frosting, Chris. It’s like the most important part of the cake!”

 “I thought the cake was the most important part of the cake?” He asks with a furrowed brow. 

 “God, I can’t believe I agreed to marry you,” you mutter under your breath. 

 You feel Chris all around you, his front pressed into your back, arms on either side of your body, gripping the counter, leaving you caged under him. 

 “What’s that?” He purrs, his breath hot behind your ear.

 His close presence knocks the breath from you, and what little air remains gets caught in your throat when his hand trails up your side and under your fresh shirt, stopping at your rib cage when he realizes you’ve gone braless. 

 Chris chuckles darkly, pressing his face into your neck, “good girl,” he says, giving your skin a light nip. 

 “Figured you’d like that,” you say, pressing your backside into his half hard cock.

 You put your finger in the bowl of batter and scoop up a glob of the sticky mess. Still caged, you turn in his arms to face him and stick a finger in his mouth to lick clean, releasing it with a pop, “we’ve got a cake to finish.” 

 A sly smirk creeps up Chris' mouth while his hands move to your hips, “fuck the cake, get on the counter.” 

 Before you can answer he’s lifted you onto the cold countertop, you squeak in protest

 You always commended his ability to go from total dork to total dom in a second flat. It was a part of what made your sex life together so great. You thread your fingers through the tuft of hair at the back of his neck, feeling the tickle of his beard as he nips at your jawline and kisses down the side of your neck. His hands give your thighs a squeeze and you lull your head backwards, allowing him more access to skin.

 “Need to scoot back a bit, babe. Decided what I want for dinner.” 

 You snort at his words and your skin immediately misses the feeling of his lips on you as he nudges you back across the kitchen island. It’s wide enough for your entire upper half to lay across, your hair just spilling over the edge of the other side. You look up through hooded eyes as Chris looks down at you, your tee shirt pulled just below your breasts. 

 He licks his lips once, taking in the sight of you, before dropping down to his knees. Never once does he break eye contact with you, and you can feel the heat starting to rise in your chest. Your breath hitches when his lips make contact with your skin again, kissing the inside of your thigh. Skin prickling at the roughness of his beard against the soft flesh. He moves slowly up your leg, kissing your mound through the cotton of your tiny sleep shorts before working his way back down the other side. 

 Your hands reach desperately for something to hang onto, but your nails just claw at the granite countertop as Chris continues his slow torturous routine. He gets off on watching you squirm, breathing in the scent of your building lust, counting the seconds it takes for your cheeks to turn that perfect shade of pre-orgasm pink he loves so much. 

 “Just fucking get on with it, tease,” you breathe, gasping for air as you speak. 

 The air from Chris’ breathy laugh fans the sweet, soft skin of your inner thighs, “lift,” he orders. 

 You lift your lower half into the air just high enough for him to peel your shorts and underwear off in one go. The cool air and the cold countertop make you gasp as Chris gently lowers you back down. He pecks the bone at each ankle before gently placing each leg over his shoulders. 

 He starts without another second wasted, completely ready to devour you. His tongue works slowly against your clit, tracing patterns until you start seeing stars. The record has stopped playing at this point, and it’s just the static of the turntable and your breathless moans that fill the evening air. 

 Desperate hands scratch at the countertop as Chris quickens his pace. He adds a finger, sliding in and out of your slickness, his middle and index fingers curled into a come hither position. His expert fingers stretch your walls in all the right ways, mixed with the way his tongue flicks and sucks on your clit is almost too much to handle. He uses his free arm to strong hold you down onto the countertop in an attempt to slow your squirming. The pressure his large palm puts on your lower stomach somehow only adds to the pleasure as his fingers quicken. 

 You can feel the beard burn starting, and it’s the most delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. A knot starts forming in your lower belly, like a surging tide desperate for release. 

 “I’m s-so close baby,” you moan. 

 This only eggs Chris on more, his fingers moving at an excruciating pace, and his mouth lapping up every sweet ounce of you. Your moans only become louder as his fingers reach the spot they’ve been searching for, your body jerking when his fingertips touch that spot of spongy skin. 

 “Fuck, right there!” You gasp, hands gripping the edge of the countertop behind you. 

 The rough pads of Chris’ fingertips hit the spot over and over again, pushing you closer to your edge. It almost becomes too much as your body begins to shake as your orgasm builds stronger and stronger in your belly.

 You scream his name when you come. He doesn’t stop, milking you through your orgasm, your body shaking with pleasure and sensitivity. When he finally does pull away, his lips and beard are shiny with your juices, and he wears one of his cockiest smiles. 

 “Think you can stand? We both need a shower after that,” he says, kissing the tops of your thighs. 

 He searches the kitchen floor for your discarded underwear and gently pulls them back onto you. It takes a second for your vision to unblur as you sit up, the blood rushing too quickly to your head. 

 Chris chuckles at your wooziness, “you alright, Tiger?” 

 You nod and pat his shoulder, “excellent work, one of your best performances, truly.”

 “Come on,” he laughs, swooping you up into his arms, “let’s take a shower and maybe finish making that cake.” 

 “Nah,” you kiss his neck as he walks the two of you to the master bedroom, “your baking sucks.”